He said you stand in your own shoes I said I'd rather stand in someone else's He said you look from your direction I said I like to keep perspective
Close to the middle of the network It seems we're looking for a center What if it turns out to be hollow We could be fixing what is broken
Between the pen and the paperwork There must be passion in the language Between the muscle and the brain work There must be feeling in the pipeline
Beyond the duty and the discipline I know there's anger in a cold place All feelings fall into the big space Swept up like garbage on the week-end
Between the pen and the paperwork There must be passion in the language Between the muscle and the brain work There must be feeling in the pipeline
All feeling Falls into the big space All feeling Swept into the Avenues of angles
Between the pen and the paperwork I'm sure there's passion in the language Between the muscle and the brain work I know there's feeling in the pipeline
