I walk
past people hanging
upside down
they wonder why I'm
upside down
walking north

did they stare at her too
when she walked this way

I stroll on
tossing lies
into the rain...

I am walking south
I say
it always rains on Sunday
I say
all the pretty girls haven't joined cults yet
I say

but the baptists won't meet unless the moon is full

the water just doesn't pierce the soul quite right
without a full moon

if this is north
why doesn't she run to meet me

if the baptists aren't ashamed
why does the moon hide behind clouds

and if I'm sane
why don't I turn back

and if I am--if I really am sane
why can't I turn back