Mother I’ve lost my way
Oh mother I’m being hunted
By ghosts with pointy beaks
To catch me and wrap me up in their sheets

This is the sharpest place in the world
I get cut every which way I turn
And if somewhere I’ve lost my way
And if somewhere I lost my way

At night when I think they’re asleep
I run out and I hide in a tree
The moon comes up over my head
It taunts me and I long for my bed

This is the sharpest place in the world
I get cut every which way I turn
And if somewhere I’ve lost my way
And if somewhere I lost my way

This is the sharpest place in the world
I get cut every which way I turn
And if somewhere I’ve lost my way
And if somewhere I lost my way

This is the sharpest place in the world...