I've been walking a straight line Livin' in my best friend's pocket
I've been looking at my life All the time, all the time
Now can I do my work? I was looking over my shoulder
When everything falls apart When you meet a false heart
And then you can't turn the pages And you can't find the door
When you're nobody's baby Not even close to pulling through
We fill up every hour We hunger for a touch of money
Building crooked towers On a fault line, fault line
And I can't run into ya I was following the light from a dead star
Then everything falls apart And when you meet a false star
And then you can't turn the pages And you can't find the door
When you're nobody's baby Not even close to pulling through
Weave me a rope from this dark despair From this dull-eyed pain
But you can't turn the pages Weave me a rope from this endless night
From this distant but sure But you can't find the door
Weave me a rope that can pull me through These impossible times
I've been walking the straight line Been looking at my life
All the time, all the time When everything falls apart
When you meet a false heart And then you can't turn the pages
Can't find the door When you're nobody's baby
Not even close to pulling through
Can't turn the pages Can't find the door
When you're nobody's baby Not even close to pulling through
Can't turn the pages Can't find the door
When you're nobody's baby Not even close to pulling through
Can't turn the pages Can't find the door
When you're nobody's baby Not even close to pulling through