When I fell on broken glass
near gave my Pa a heart attack
Well the cuts have closed, but I've still got scars
and my skin holds shapes like the sky has stars
He told me, Girl, you can trace your hands
on the lines of those scars like a foreign land
Soon scars were boys and the maps were men
and my hands were sailing to the compass end
I don't know where I'm going
but they say St Peter walked the walk on water
I don't know what I don't remember
but I think I met him one time
crying on the river alone
and I shared my boat
When I was young, well I would breathe
real, real deep like Annie in the east
She said, All you get is what you see
like pennies on the ground that are all around me
Well I grew tired and I feel broke
cobwebbed up by the modern ghost
My ears are dull and my eyes are blind
but I feel those scars on my hands sometimes
I don't know where I'm going
but they say St Peter walked the walk on water
I don't know what I don't remember
but I think I met him one time
crying on the river alone
and I shared my boat