Shifting - Catchers

I could jump these fields in my seven-league boots

Walk trails with shades and ghosts

Blaze tracks in my devil’s shoes

Crawl invisibly across your roof

I could just about fit into every hole

Where I wouldn’t be seen

I could melt into the trees

And race their juices right out to their leaves

In a dream I was transformed

Left my bones outside the door

I could be furred or feathered or shelled or fleeced

I could be any man or every beast

Rolling with the breeze

I could be a soothsayer, a spirit-raiser

I could take to the air

I could take to the sea

Without lungs or limbs to hold me here

I’d be a keeper with every key

In a dream I was transformed

Left my bones outside the door

Everyday I’m shifting further from myself

I feel the pull, I start to soar, my skin is shed

Lay me down and I’ll spiral through my head

Everyday I feel a little strange

Smoked a hole in my hungs and I’ve started to bleed

Got boots and gloves made out of meat

And I can hear the water

I can hear the water swill inside me

In a dream I was transformed

Left my bones outside the door

Everyday I’m shifting further from myself

I feel the pull, I start to soar, my skin is shed

Lay me down and I’ll spiral through my head

Everyday I feel a little strange