When I Get Born
I was tired of trying...to be born
and tired of trying to make sense of what they were making of the world
the sky grew grayer
and the tree-line turned dim
your hair turned grey as well...to match your name
then i saw the wooden floor
and the preacher's coat on the chair
and I wanted to marry you there
I wanted to marry you there
and tired of trying to make sense of what they were making of the world
the sky grew grayer
and the tree-line turned dim
your hair turned grey as well...to match your name
then i saw the wooden floor
and the preacher's coat on the chair
and I wanted to marry you there
I wanted to marry you there