Lyrics In Words - Marika Hackman

If we were all born
With a pylon between our eyes
Would we notice the grass?
Through metal bars and siren cries?

I'm running on highways
And dust
But I've never been home
Well I know I must

I am the mouth
That bit the hand that gave me life
Then I'll kiss a chord
Suck from melody, my fertile wife

Cause I'm having some trouble
Thinking straight
To put it in words
I hate to put it in words

To yearn for the lark
A fickle wish, a fleeting wing
But she won't be caught
Tethered down and forced to sing

Cause I'm having some trouble
Seeing clear
And I'll never get home
I fear

And I must be left
For a little while to walk my road
The ways back are shut now
And I'll be left to tread alone
I want to go home