I can't tell what's true So it's harder to lie I haven't got the proofs My equations run dry I'm in the in between place, Where the seam meets the cloth Where the lily pad's face Shines up out of the bog I've still got my mind My body, and my heart I can still be unkind I can still come apart I'm in the in between place, Where the seam meets the cloth Where the lily pad's face Shines up out of the bog Where the line in the sand Is drawn with a stick 'Til the winds sweep the land And blow the air thick The place where the sky Meets up with the land Where the 1 watches 1 That it longs to command