In the light a glitch And the ground that shakes Like a sign I missed A sound In the dark I wish That I could be a kind of witch Who would know which way to pick When you go Just the other day On the bus I missed a step I was embarrassed and gawky Being with others But I go out again And my street has no end Where there’s no sign There is no way I pass In secret a snitch Makes something soft itch An invisible twitch A hide