It's all over the place
It's right up my alley
So it's less of an alley and more
Of a field
It's a weapon he wields
A sign saying "yield"
To his badness
His maladroit gladness

Ooh

And these little toes are twitching slightly
But you'll land lightly and
Get your feet on the ground
You can stomp around
You can go to town
In this gritty, this grimy old city

And these feet
These knees
This please
This please please please
Is failing me
Failing me
Failing me

It's all over the place
God, and it would be and
If you could, do you think
You might come back?
Try to counteract
This spreading out
Packed into parcels
We're praying for sparseness

We're crowded as hell
In like sardines
We're less like we seem
And more
Just like them
From which the problem stems
'Cause you are and I am
Little strangers
Aware of the dangers

And my eyes
My cries
My size, my tiny size
Is failing me
Failing me
Failing me

And I don't know how to tell you how this story ends
No, I don't know how to hold you 'til it's safe again
No, I don't know how to hold you 'til this story ends
No, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

It's all over the place
Wouldn't you know it
And if you go do you think
You might come back?
Try to counteract
This spreading out
Or pack me in your suitcase