I know there is a will in me
It runs right up my core
Right from my feet
It runs me out into the streets and in those I meet, it's not there
And with the planet prone to tilting
The buck prone to passing
It's not clear
It's not clear
How could this mean
That I could lean
Without worrying about the weight?
I know there is a will in we
It runs as a current of electricity
It runs these lamps, the bread we eat and through our sheets
It's there
It's there
Could this mean
That I could lean
Without worrying about the weight?
Could this mean
That I could
Leaning towers seldom reach the clouds
And towers built on ideals seldom touch the ground
So we spread it out
And somehow balance is found
Could this mean
That I could lean
Without worrying about the weight?