Well if your ancestors were with you, Their eyes upon each moment Of your day? How would they feel And what would they say? And if they layed their hopes before you, Like paving stones to guide you, On your way? How would they feel And what would they say? What would they say? Would they curse your mistakes And celebrate your successes As they chart your heart's economy And weigh up your excesses? Do they wait with breath bated, And eyelids unblinking, Aware of all secret thoughts, That you were then Thinking, thinking, thinking, about Thinking, thinking, thinking, about And did you dream they'd gathered round you As you went spinning through your life Falling from one moment to the next And they were dressed as flies and spiders They were watching from the corners As your shame glowed like neon road Through the shadows of your heart. And now your love's grown lazy And your spirit's been defiled They love you as you loved you When you were still just a child And (?) you better watch that boyant heart Punctured and sinking Winded by the secret thoughts that you had been Thinking, thinking, thinking about What have you been Thinking, thinking, thinking about Well if your ancestors were with you Their eyes upon each moment Of your day How would you feel And what would you say?