There's a middle aged woman She's bundled in scarves, sweaters and jackets to blind her flaws from her soul So she sees herself as a young child And from every day to every night she ambulates from 5 to 9 Reflecting on her misfortune and her pain Well i think, near and far, when shall i be that old woman covering up my face And quietly contemplating So i pour myself a drink til my head forms into streetlights They usually turn yellow for me to drive a little slower tonight
And from all these roads that look like puzzles as they twist from right to left And only seem to have that beginning and an end So just tell yourself that someday you'll be a (?) A mother to everything that needs And all raise your hands 'cause there's no faith that'll save our d**hs No we're just all withering like shrubs in the winter Just look back as a child Where those flowers turned into a tiara and earth pronouned you into a queen