The line runs through like a train in a book Or metres underwater, ending with a hook It sways in the air when there's wind enough to lift The fine ones are boundaries when there is a rift I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, I'm just pulling on a line I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, & sometimes it pulls on me The line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow Where only those embracing coldness would go It whistles & it whispers, and sometimes it howls It sings to me sweetly from the trees & in vowels I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, I'm just pulling on a line I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, & sometimes it pulls on me The line, it writes itself across the dark sky In the electric flushes ending with a sigh It weaves itself into a fabric so true And flows just like the river, graceful and blue I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, I'm just pulling on a line I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, & sometimes it pulls on me