If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you're stomping across my mind
And I know it’s time, I know it’s way past time
My breath, a prayer, I’m holding in
I know you’re coming soon
But until then I’m keeping distracted
Avoiding the growing truth
I’ve been digging up weeds
And lucid dreaming of sky's degrees of blue
I’ve been staying up late and sleeping in
There’s only so much to do
If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you're stomping across my mind
And I know it’s time, I know it’s time
If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you're stomping across my mind
And I know it’s time, I know it’s way past time
I’ve washed the car and stained the deck
Pulled a randomly growing vine
Had it been bull nettle
I'd have killed some more time crying
I’ve been reading the classics, scanning the news
It all goes in the mouth of the muse
Between planting trees and avoiding parties
I’ve burned some holes in my shoes
If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you're stomping across my mind
And I know it’s time, I know it’s time
If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you're stomping across my mind
And I know it’s time, I know it’s way past time
If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you're stomping across my mind
If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you're stomping across my mind
If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you're stomping across my mind
And I know it’s time, I know it’s time
If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you're stomping across my mind
If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you're stomping across my mind
If you aren’t tip-toeing, then you're stomping across my mind
And I know it’s time, I know it’s way past time