Lyrics:
Leave your trophies and your golden wingsThere by the door of my roomI don't need to know where you've beenOr where we're going toYou don't need to be funny for meYou don't have to always be strongyou don't need to try to be beautifulBeauty was yours all alongSo kiss the hem of St. Christopher's coatGo on along your wayI can't figure out what you're thinking aboutBut i'm sure that it's not meSo kiss the hem of St. Christopher's coatGo on along your wayWe, by design, walk a very fine lineAnd I think that's okTake your trophies and your golden wingsGo back to your beautiful crowdI don't need to know where you've beenBut where are you going now?