What Faces the Sheet

You... won't be home before we bury you
Time takes control of those who see it through
A knee hits the floor, and you work it on out
Your head in the trees works best right under the clouds
Open your eyes, hang ov'r and sigh
Out in the blue right back to handing it down
What faces the sheet, one March to bring it around
Hand in the sky, hang on inside
A knee hits the floor, and you work it on out
Your head in the trees works best right under the clouds
Open your eyes, stay on outside