Can’t believe what the papers say
It’s a big black cloud hanging over today
But you’re a mess of joy and a rush of play
And I know it can’t be gone
This isn’t a prototype
A first dry run to see what it’s like
The only sun you’ll see is right
Before your bleary eyes
‘Cause it’s opened up this little mind of mine
And it’s a little younger getting younger all the time
And then those words, shiver up my spine
And they say, “god damn it, you’ve got to be kind”
A shaking voice says, “watch and learn”
We can all just wait our turn
We’ll just loiter in this no man’s land
And they can come to us
‘Cause it’s opened up this little mind of mine...
I heard that you were back in town
That your eyes said sorry but I won’t back down
I guess there’s hope in how you stray
That we can’t get back to what we crave