What Faces the Sheet

You... won't be home before we bury you

Time takes control of those who see it through

A knee hits the floor, and you work it on out

Your head in the trees works best right under the clouds

Open your eyes, hang ov'r and sigh

Out in the blue right back to handing it down

What faces the sheet, one March to bring it around

Hand in the sky, hang on inside

A knee hits the floor, and you work it on out

Your head in the trees works best right under the clouds

Open your eyes, stay on outside