(Anastasio, Marshall)
© Who Is She? Music, Inc. (BMI)

Somewhere under all this junk is a cage bought for the lemming
And here's box of bottles that never made it from the room
Skillfully defaced there hangs a shot of Peggy Flemming
And dusty tapestries don't let the light invade the gloom

CDs without cases cover every single surface
Cases without CDs are strewn across the floor
Magazines, and Plastic things, and too much stuff to mention
Sits in piles while Peggy smiles and stares out through the door

And when I hear you calling over air and over wire
I will take a running leap and barely clear the fire
Others watch and point and laugh, he stumbles now he slips
And Peggy I will follow in thin air and off of cliffs
Peggy I will follow

Somewhere under all this dust are long lost good intentions
Looking for them now can only agitate the mess
I got a note from Peggy and you were indirectly mentioned
And why you changed her image I won't even want to guess

But when I hear you calling over air and over wire
I will take a running leap and barely clear the fire
Others watch and point and laugh he stumbles now he slips
And Peggy I will follow in thin air and off of cliffs
Peggy I will follow

And when I hear you calling over air and over wire
I will take a running leap and barely clear the fire
Others watch and point and laugh he stumbles now he slips
And Peggy I will follow in thin air and off of cliffs
Peggy I will follow... Peggy Peggy