Change

You were on a pale mare, pulling away from a rusty moon

I had a kite with a broken string on a twister’s wind in June

We’ve been laughing for so long someone on the outside would’ve thought we were possessed

This time it’s mine to make easy - your getaway to the son in the west

I’ve changed

wish I wasn’t swearing

you’ve changed

I wonder what you’re wearing

you’re so smart

Do you have to figure it out

here’s your change

don’t know if it’s the right amount

Here we fall - it’s enough - we think we made it

Here we fall - Here we fall

Clutch the stem of the rose - clinging to those we can’t change

What happens when the fools have to dress like the wise

Alibis under dark skies - we’ve all learned to let go with the best