i m on loan like a christmas tree chop me down and dress me up what if i wind up in a gutter or a garbage truck turn the clocks back to a memory turn the memory to stone skip that stone across the brandy wine and go back home there s a bird you named who left your shoulder long ago there s a ball you threw it hit the ground a long time ago a long time ago a long time ago let me go i woke up from a fairy tale washing curtains in the sink living ever after happily what would mother think i say goodbye to you you and your mother too and when the train arrives when everybody cries i ll ride the winded air that blows your snowy hair and blows your cares away and waits for yesterday to say i m coming home coming home