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LYRICS:
Flip a coin with your strange hands Not quite woman not quite man
It might land somewhere in the middle Or somewhere out of reach
and if I ever learn my name
I’ll carve it in a park bench and i’ll stare Till the letters don’t look like anything I’ll stare, just like you stare
With judgment and uncertainty
This park bench is a sacred place
Though it’s far from edens garden
It protects me from intrusive thoughts
and eyes made prone to wander
And if you ever find me here, you best leave me to my thinking Or I’ll be going, going, going, gone
I’ll be traveling on
Cast a spell with crooked teeth
Not quite dull and not quite sweet
It might look something like a photo
Poorly framed and out of focus
and if I ever learn my name
I’ll carve it in a dogwood and i’ll cry
With a weight that shoulders as broad as mine could never bear How much you carry
Too much you carry
This dogwood is a sacred tree though It’s far from Satan’s garden
It holds me like my mother
And it smells just like my father
If you ever find me here, you best leave me to my thinking Or I’ll be going, going, going, gone
I’ll be traveling on
25 мар 2022
