zigzagging

I'm blessed with a heart that doesn't stop

My minds a weathervane it spins around just like a top

Knows what the winds of fortune bring

In the season of the witch

Home is a perjury, a parlor trick, an urban myth

 

Oh how the circumstances change

This world of smoke and steel

Of compromise and meter-maids

I'm going to leave here before too long

Zigzagging toward the light

I'm off to sing my bounder's song

Done