Two of Pentacles

Lyrics

Left hand throws it, the right hand swings.
Tying a knot in the center of things.
A thin green ribbon wrapped around the brass,
Waiting to see if the morning will last.
Keep the heel lifted, don’t settle the boot,
The tree is still standing, it's just shifting loose.

And it’s up in the air, and it’s down in the palm.
The water is pitching, the weather is wrong.
Got two heavy coins in a green figure-eight,
I’m shifting the burden to handle the weight.
Don't look at the ships riding out on the swell,
As long as I'm moving, I can't hear the bell.

I pulled forty-two fifty from checking to cash,
To cover the light bill and settle the past.
The hat is tipped sideways, I'm up on my toes,
You follow the current, you weather the cold.
There’s a galleon pitching right out on the blue,
I'm glad I'm not steering, I've got work to do.

And it’s up in the air, and it’s down in the palm.
The water is pitching, the weather is wrong.
Got two heavy coins in a green figure-eight,
I’m shifting the burden to handle the weight.
Don't look at the ships riding out on the swell,
As long as I'm moving, I can't hear the bell.

They say that the gravity always collects.
They say that the ledger demands its respects.
But there is a grace to just staying afloat,
You don't need a harbor, you just need a rope.
The brain builds a rhythm right out of the dread,
Tying an endless green loop in my head.

Left hand throws it, the right hand waits.
The wind off the water is rattling the gates.
Catch it. Release it. Don't look at your shoes.
You only fall down when you run out of moves.
So I guess I'll just leave them up there.