This song has a lot of story behind it, but let's just say I had a nasty illness when I wrote it. That will be my defense against the fact that it is very strange. It's actually an allegory.

Well, I was walking down the street the other, When I suddenly fell on my face! I thought, "Was that a distraction, Or was it just a loose shoelace?" And I was also wondering: Do I have blood on my face? Well, I dragged myself of the concrete, And I got myself back in the race. But I have these rocks sewn in my pocket, And it makes it hard, to keep up the pace. And I was also wondering: Do I have blood on my face? Perpetual motion, Is the mind of man. The machine is wearing down. Trip on your mortality, Face down on the ground. Humble pie is found. Humble pie is found, Face down on the ground. Some day you will find, When your turn comes round: Face down on the ground.