Knowing that your door is always open, and your path is free to walk That makes me know that I can leave my sleeping bag behind your couch Yes it does, yes it be right there It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and poems And your ink stains that have dried up on some lines Each on the back row and each on the memory Each ever till on the mind Till on the mind, till on the mind It's not clinging to something I've implanted on some column That binds, no it doesn't Or something that somebody said Because if all we stick together was We didn't baby It's knowing that the world will not be caustic or forgiving When they turn around and find That you're moving on the back row, you're still on the memory You ever till on the mind, yes you'll be Till on the mind Hoo, hoo, hoo Ya, ya, ya, till, till on the mind Ya, till, till on the mind Only you can tell till on the mind You're still on the back row, you're still on the mind Ya, ya, ya, till on the mind Ya, you're still on the mind