Pinching pennies as saviors and casting horseshoes
On the open road the bell jar broke,
The storm starting blowing right through
It cast my life into orbit, now the world is split in two

Back home, in a boarded market, stained glass scattered in the room
The shopkeeper swept the leaves into the street with a broom

Every exit was brilliant on this fault line
Every goodbye, advice worth taking but I never tried
Every twist was a reason to bring you with me but not this time

All that mattered was up those narrow stairs
Through the darkness, past the girl trapped in the mirror
I know there's cardboard boxes suspending time in air

Back home in your apartment you waited for the rain
The shopkeeper bound the wreckage with a chain and walked away