Young Glass

From under your sheets out into the hall

You sleepwalk through the rooms where you grew up

Out through the porch and the old front doors

Carried by words that you learned when you were small

Down the stone steps and into the night

It's the boulevard and the hum of her hard lights

And when you open your eyes you're in central park

Carried by the words that you learned when you woke up:

Even though - i thought i was - all alone - i was wrong

Even though - i thought i was - all alone - i am not

You can hurry home to mama and your house of doors

Get the bolt in the hole and you can close all the windows

But keeping out the killers and keeping out the creeps

Isn't keeping out the doubt and the disbelief

As they look for god in them ivory halls

You can see her on the porch, listening to the radio,

Singing that wanderer's song:

Even though - i thought i was - all alone - i was wrong

Even though - i thought i was - all alone - i am not

Even though - i thought i was - i was wrong - i am not

And even if - you're scared stiff - you can trust in this - you can trust in this