Little Lives

«Wear a coat or you catch your death»
Just a vest and I still draw breath
So far…
Making toast and a bit gets trapped
I poke around and I ain’t been zapped
So far…
The cities that you trust
Will crumble into dust
But here we stand
A third the way along our little lives
Hand in hand
A third the way along our little lives
If a wheel falls off of a plane
They must have all just have missed my brain
So far…
If a manhole is left open
I’ve taken care not to tumble in
So far…
The people that you know
Will soon be ash and bone
But here we stand
A third the way along our little lives
Hand in hand
A third the way along our little lives
Healthy and
A third the way long our little lives
…a third the way along our little lives