Others measure the room they’ re in
He measures how far it goes
We say the word too far
He hears not yet, not yet
He builds a fire in the cold
not to keep anybody warm
the fire only knows one way
and the way is up, is up
The way he holds a thing he loves
is to let it leave his hand
watch it grow small, a lit point
small, until it’ s just a direction
just a direction
just a direction
ooh, ah
I don’ t understand a man like that
but tonight the ground let go
and I looked up the way I did
years ago, at a height
once I said too high
once I said too high
The way he holds a thing he loves
is to let it leave his hand
watch it grow small, a lit point
small, until it’ s just a direction
tonight I said nothing
nothing at all