leave your trophies
& your golden wings
there by the door of my room
i don't need to know where you've been
or where we're going to

you don't need to be funny for me
don't have to always be strong
you don't need to try to be beautiful
'cause beauty was yours all along

so kiss the hem of st christopher's coat
& go along your way -
i can't figure out what you're thinking about
but i'm sure that it's not me

so kiss the hem of st christopher's coat
& go along your way
we by design walk a very fine line
and i think that's okay

take your trophies
and your golden wings
go back to your beautiful crowd
i don't need to know where you've been
but where are you going now