Catapult - Idaho

Only to lose my foothold

Me inside giving up for real

The slope is hard

There’s got to be someone

Got to find a way out of a bind

My legs grow numb

There’s cotton in my eyes

Driving down to the sea

Gonna step right off

This state of mine

Can I frequently steer clear

Of my fate that catapults my sack

Of oranges

Or are there too many problems

To withhold no one’s hand because

Of the overflow

Never live enough

When do I fill up

Summer’s getting old

And I’m still out of it

Feel the power wane

Gotta shine you off

Gonna step right off

This state of mine