Share - Meg Baird

go and mock my ways
and go and mock my ways again
your future blues, ah your future blooms!
your light, we just could not get it right
we just heard the world
if every hungry fool grew wise in wilderland
grew wise and, grew wise
then where would that leave you?
to find a whole new way again,
to sail above the gray and
changeless sway of
all your filthy brothers
and all your swearing sisters
and all those pretty strangers
and did your tears make you holy?
oh, we just can't keep up with you
what made you think we wanted to?
signed with love from,
all your filthy brothers
and all your swearing sisters