I looked into the water well To see what lay below It took my hand - and down I fell In rampant water's tow. Who knew a river - riptide ran Beneath my gentle home - Not I, not I, until I died In caverns down below.
Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there! He wasn't there again today, Oh how I wish he'd go away!
the stairs creak, and the bannister squeaks and carpet is rough on my red swollen feet and sometimes when I'm walking down I find the steps repeat -
I'll skip a few - like one, three or two But then the same stain on the wall comes in view And I know I've been this stretch before But not know what to do -
A desperate act - I jump off the stack And floating I flow past the blur at my back My foot pressed down to touch the ground And I hear my ankle crack.