Little Landslides

I've gotta get out of my body and into muddier streams.
Remember what I was doing, and gather up first fruits to bring.
And coax it into the open, but not by smoke or drink.
Little twist of the compass,
Little landslide on the brink.
Sit and think, and think, and think.
And think, and think, and...
Another young man tells his story,
Before his heard is even broken one time,
Like a stand-up who forgets his punchlines.
So, before you hand over the kingdom key
For a lifetime of free drinks,
Know you'll stare at that face a long time before he winks.
Stop and think, and think, and think.
And think, and think, and...