baby in the basket i saw you reaching out your hand you were grasping at the wind i knew exactly what you meant i was sitting on the last train it was dragging me home to all of that mess and pulled over the tracks sitting still felt more like falling back and out come the hands out comes the rug from underneath and everything seems so real til you're waking up here at the wheel after all you've given up every crumb they took from your tongue after all your bitter luck you're done. you're saying 'enough is enough' i know it's a hard world we're given to cling to the easier path but this is a wrong turn feeling that fear is the only way past so do not be hemmed in do not by dollar, nor doctrine, nor snow, no don't think of small things turn your eye to the neon beyond after all you've given up every crumb they took from your tongue after all your bitter luck all your silently swallowing's done after all you've given up a ll your drowned and your runaway sons now you ought to be speaking up saying 'enough is enough' but is 'enough is enough’ enough? find the sapling sand it smooth sharpen the stone edge Feather the grooves make it sure, make it true. before you let it loose feel the moment see the moves calm and focused as you notch the wood you put everything in. then you let go of it all that you did, just let go of it yeah that's how it is, you let go of it we were looking back we were looking down but we're looking up we're looking out now! look at us! looking up!