I could jump these fields in my seven-league boots Walk trails with shades and ghosts Blaze tracks in my devil's shoes Crawl invisibly across your roof I could just about fit into every hole Where I wouldn't be seen I could melt into the trees And race their juices right out to their leaves
In a dream I was transformed Left my bones outside the door
l could be furred or feathered or shelled or fleeced I could be any man or every beast Rolling with the breeze I could be a soothsayer, a spirit-raiser I could take to the air I could take to the sea Without lungs or limbs to hold me here I’d be a keeper with every key
Everyday shifting further from myself I feel the pull, I start to soar, my skin is shed Lay me down and I‘ll spiral through my head Everyday I feel a little strange
Smoked a hole in my lungs and I’ve started to bleed Got boots and gloves made out of meat And I can hear the water I can hear the water swill inside me