the less you need, the less you want, the more you get
a lazy breeze, a lazy man, a busy mind
turns a new leaf, turns into dust under your feet
look where you are
look what I am
slip into the cracks they fall through
slip into the cracks they fall through
an older soul, not old enough, keeps looking back
to find his role, to fit a plan, to be his own
it set me straight, I’m on the rails, and off the street
look what you’ve done
look what I am
slip into the cracks they fall through
slip into the cracks they fall through
slip into the cracks they fall through
slip into the cracks they fall through
slip into the cracks they fall through