Incomprehensible Let me be Highway 17, cotton candy rain Driving with my lover, we missed our plane So we added on the hours to see the lupine flowers Way out past the border, we blew through Thunder Bay The pine trees are narrow, a billion broken arrows The ravens and the crows, robins and the sparrows All across Ontario, just static on the stereo Went swimming in the lake, Old Woman Bay Traveling with some stuff I left when I was a kid Mr. Bear and the wooden box I hid Full of broken gadgets that don't mean nothing now The only thing I'm keeping are the letters and the photographs In two days it's my birthday and I'll be 33 But that doesn't really matter next to eternity But I like a double number, and I like an odd one too And everything I see from now on will be something new "I'm afraid of getting older", that's what I learned to say Society has given me the words to think that way The message spins and spirals, "Don't get saggy, don't get grey" But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too Wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew And as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue How can beauty that is living be anything but true? So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair Let me dance in front of people without a care Let me be naked alone with nobody there With mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear Incomprehensible Let me be Incomprehensible Let me be
incomprehensible, let me be highway 17 cotton candy rain drivin' with my lover we missed our plane so we added on the hours to see the looping flowers way up past the border we blew through Thunder Bay the pine trees are narrow billionbrokwn arrows the ravens and the crows robins and the sparrows all across ontario static on the stereo we're swimming in the lake old woman bay traveling with some stuff i left when i was a kid mr bear in a wooden box i hid full of broken gadgets that don't think nothing now the only thing i'm keeping on the letters and the photographs in 2 days it's my birthday and i'll be 33 that doesn't really matter next to eternity but i like a double number and i like an odd one too and everything i speak from now will move to something new "i'm afraid of getting older" that's what i learned to say society has given me the words to think that way the message spins and spirals, "don't get saggy", "don't get grey" but the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulders and my mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too wrinkle like the river sweeten like the dew and as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue how can beauty that is living be anything but true? so let gravity be my sculptor let the wind do my hair let me dance in front of people without a care let me be naked alone with nobody there with mismatch socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear incomprehensible let me be incomprehensible let me be
Highway 17, cotton candy rain Driving with my lover, we missed our plane So we added on the hours to see the lupine flowers Wave past the border, we blew through Thunder Bay The pine trees are narrow, a billion broken arrows The ravens and the crows, robins and the sparrows All across Ontario, just static on the stereo And swimming in the lake, Old Woman Bay Traveling with some stuff I left when I was a kid Mr. Bear and the wooden box I hid Full of broken gadgets that don't mean nothing now The only thing I'll keep are the letters and the photographs In two days it's my birthday and I'll be 33 But that doesn't really matter next to eternity And I like a double number, and I like an odd one too And everything I see from now on will be something new "I'm afraid of getting older", that's what I learned to say 'Cause society has given me the words to think that way The message spins and spirals, "Don't get saggy, don't get grey" But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too They wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew And as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue How can beauty that is living be anything but true? So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair Let me dance in front of people without a care Let me be naked alone with nobody there Or with mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear
