The pull.

Are you having trouble with your balance, love?
On that old crooked fence.
What about that old lady's light?
The one you promised you'd fix?
But you didn't.
Who's the useless hag now?

You religiously rub that little worry stone of yours.
And you look scared in your sleep.
But all the other rug rats,
Know which secrets to keep.

But that's why they've never felt the pull.
You know that real song of your soul.
High, or low. High, or low.

Dressed up in a lions skin,
You live apart from your brothers.
And I would like to get to know ya.
Yes, I'd love to know you.

Because you look like you've felt the pull.
You know that real ache of your soul.
High, or low, you look like you've felt that pull.

The clouds have began to part.
And it's bright in my neighborhood.
Maybe that was just the sunrise.
Yeah babe, I'm sure that was the sunrise.

But that's when I'd feel the pull.
You know that real song of your soul.
High, and low. I've felt that pull.