Lyrics

We get more than 1 chance in the world.
There's a rock with my
name written on it.
There's a pile of rubble
where I used to stand.

Where I am now,
there are no doors.
There are no walls.
You're at the window.

We get more than 1 home in the world.
I have moved maybe two billion times.
There's a pile of rubble
where we used to live.

It was Detroit. It was so wide.
It was so hard to get things done.

Every predator has
a nurturing side.
Every rock on a wall
if it falls it might miss us.

We get more than what
will roll down as simple as scree
on the might glacier.

Where I am now,
there are no doors.
There are no walls.
You're at the window.