Breathe in and count to 10
And breathe out through your mouth
And over again
'Til your heart settles down its palpitations
To a rate a heart monitor likes
I wanna go home
I don't have to think about breathing at all
When I am at home
And tightropes are not as thick as they once seemed
And my friends, they are all on the seams of them
Falling down, they're tumbling down,
They make no sound
Because they wanna go home
They don't have to think about falling at all
When they are at home
And I breathe, I breathe in and out
When I am at home