Pendulums

We are like pendulums Our arms swinging at our sides And I am a good little clock Walking along power lines I'm thinking like a swinging door Hinging on these changing thoughts Between the pull up to the shore And the push off In the lines of footprints in the snow All along the edges of the road I haven't even walked my block Since I moved out here years ago The secret lives of twist ties The hidden story in one line In the lines of footprints in the snow All along the edges of the road I haven't even walked my block Since I moved out here years ago We are like pendulums Our arms swinging at our sides And I am a good little clock I'm ticking off the time The distant lights are twinkling It means there is a wind That blows the trees against themselves And hard into this house I'm sleeping in I'm sleeping in