The Ballad of the Natural Lines

You can calculate the miles of mistakes
Or the mistakes in miles
Getting off the highway cross the river up the hill
To the basement we called home

I was born to be awkward
You were born to be shy
Now that the lies are untied we can see straight through our skin
Give it up to the sheltering sky

A natural line
A natural line
A natural line

A natural line
A natural line
A natural line

Everyone in here gets a prize
It's called being alive

Jana and John and the rest are are long gone
Yet they still live inside my skull
Drinking cheap beer in the Ompompanoosuc on a day that never dies
Face to face we found a way to be true to ourselves
Without running away

The grass and the trees and our legs in the water
The only sign we see is the only line we follow

The grass and the trees and our legs in the water
The only sign we see is the only line we follow

A natural line
A natural line

A natural line
A natural line
A natural line

A natural line
A natural line
A natural line
A natural line
A natural line
A natural line
A natural line
A natural line
A natural line
A natural line
A natural line
A natural line
Everyone in here gets a prize
It's called being alive