Heart It Races

And we’re slow to acknowledge the knots in our laces
Heart it races
And we go back to where we moved out, to the places
Heart it races
I bought it in a can, stirred it with my fingers, singing
Oom dada oom dadadada
Threw it out the window
Lately you been tan, suspicious for the winter, thinking
Oom dada oom dadada
Life’s like little splinters
Life’s like little splinters
And we’re slow to acknowledge the knots in our laces.
Heart it races
And we go back to where we moved out, to the places
Heart it races
I sold it to a man, and threw him out that window
He went, oom dada oom dadada
Made his wife a widow
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone
Heart it races alone