Forward momentum; reverse not withstanding, while balancing (barely) on high wire thread
Don’t drive me to panic, don’t kill off old motions
The family you’re left with is the family you get

All alone at the bottom, rotation continues
You look like a wreck (it takes one to know one)

Forward momentum; reverse not demanding, while balancing (barely) on tottering links
Don’t cry me a river. Don’t stop when I’m dead
The family you make is the family you get

All alone at the bottom, rotation continues
If you aim for the desert, you end up inside of a box