Incomprehensible
Let me be
Incomprehensible
Let me be
Highway 17, cotton candy rain
Driving with my lover, we missed our plane
So we added on the hours to see the lupine flowers
Way out past the border, we blew through Thunder Bay
The pine trees are narrow, a billion broken arrows
The ravens and the crows, robins and the sparrows
All across Ontario, just static on the stereo
And swimming in the lake, Old Woman Bay
Traveling with some stuff I left when I was a kid
Mr. Bear and the wooden box I hid
Full of broken gadgets that don't mean nothing now
The only thing I'll keep are the letters and the photographs
In two days it's my birthday and I'll be 33
But that doesn't really matter next to eternity
And I like a double number, and I like an odd one too
And everything I see from now on will be something new
I'm afraid of getting older, that's what I learned to say
'Cause society has given me the words to think that way
The message spins and spirals: Don't get saggy, don't get grey
But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder
My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too
They wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew
And as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue
How can beauty that is living be anything but true?
So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair
Let me dance in front of people without a care
Let me be naked alone with nobody there
Or with mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear
Incomprehensible
Let me be
Incomprehensible
Let me be
