[Verse 1] I turned the card at a crooked old fair, A figure hung upside down in the air. One silver coin and a threadbare coat, Still he looked like he knew how to float. [Pre-Chorus] The fortune-teller said, “Don’t ask when, Some doors swing wide when you stop pushing them.” I watched the world turn slow on its pin, And felt a quiet tide pull me in. [Chorus] Hanged Man, teach me the view from below, When every road says hurry and go. I’ll trade my map for a moment of still, Turn my heart toward the shape of my will. [Verse 2] My plans were a pocket of crumpled-up lines, My watch kept losing its hands and its time. You held your calm like a lanternless flame, And nothing about you looked frightened or tame. [Pre-Chorus] The fortune-teller said, “Don’t ask when, Some doors swing wide when you stop pushing them.” I let the old answer loosen its hold, And found a new question worth more than gold. [Chorus] Hanged Man, teach me the view from below, When every road says hurry and go. I’ll trade my map for a moment of still, Turn my heart toward the shape of my will. [Bridge] Maybe surrender’s not giving away, Maybe it’s seeing what fear kept in place. One breath, one blink, one change in the frame, I climb down different, though I came the same. [Instrumental Break] [Final Chorus] Hanged Man, I can see from below, The roots of the tree and the seeds I can sow. I’ll keep that pause when the hard winds rise, And choose my next step with unhurried eyes. [Outro] The card went back in the velvet-lined case, But I carried its stillness away from that place.
