I'm a child
Pushing my bicycle down the room
Slowly, slowly, slowly away from home
And I remember my mother
And I remember my father
And my brother's wisdom
Is that I never would come
Come back, come back
I'm a child
Pushing my bike to the big world
Where all things are
Coming one size only
And I think of how small I will be
Giants and the trolls trying to break my bones
And my brother's wisdom
Is that I never would come
Come back, come back
Come back, come back
Come back, come back
I'm a child
Pushing myself down the wall
And no matter what the wise men say
I'm not the bold wise man
And no matter what the wise men say
It's probably Eastwood who will become them
It's probably Eastwood who will become them
So much for my brother's wisdom
Said I never would come
Come back, come back
Come back, come back
Cause whatever else I do
I will come home from the blessed door
For you, and only for you