leave your trophies and 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
uou don't need to be funny for me
don't have to always be strong
you don't need to try to be beautiful
beauty was yours all along
so kiss the hem of St. Christopher's coat
and go on along your way
I can't figure out what you're thinking about
I'm sure that it's not me
so kiss the hem of St. Christopher's coat
go on 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?