You're so scared, with your feet in the air We've got passes to climb till we're there Was the view much more, more sublime than you bargained for? It's a terror to stomach, but babe, it's your war You see those pilgrims crawling, inching 'round Those ragged little— Turn your head around Don't try to read those warnings written out On all those tiny crosses; they all try to measure Threads by those who went before them Did you find you can dilate your time? You're a prodigal, babe, but you're mine Won't you try? Won't you kiss the divide? Oh I know you're contending with these bigger skies You see those pilgrims crawling, inching round Those ragged little curves, they're leaning out They're begging for it... Turn your head around Don't try to read those warnings written out On all those tiny crosses; they all try to measure Threads by those who went before them