People will beat you.
People will run.
People will cheat you
and as soon as they're done
they'll mistreat you 
defeat you
like they're having fun.
People will deceive you
and I am just one.

If you were a chapel
and I was the Son,
if you had a steeple
and I had to run,
I'd run.

I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I am the cheese.
I stand alone.

I live like a vagabond
a vagabond king.
If I was a carpenter
would you be my queen?
If I was a magpie
who had beak and wings
who was distracted by
shimmering things
I'd run.