Someone Else's Song

You won't step on any toes
In those plain and muted clothes
Everyone forgot you were ever here
I see you petting on the moss
Trying to cover up a cough
Like a lady hiding breasts behind a beerd
You won't get more carriage rides
Playing hopscotch between sides
To stand within a moving crowd and cheer
But don't you shout too loud
I'll snatch you from that crowd
Just to let you know I still could barely hear

When truth tellers go live from home
Behind stone microphones
I'll have to watch you keep your heavy headphones in
Dangling your head along
To someone else's song
As it lifts and lifts just to descend again
And could you ever see
Perched in your trufula tree
That clenched in your left hand ¿was a saw?
Now you're hung up in those chords
That shoot you to foreign shores
Won't you at least stick around through the fall

You say you've really tried
You say you really tried
You don't have to convince me of all you've done
You know the call to make
It can't be pinned as some mistake
In the shed there's a jump rope and there's a stick of gum
When the books all smell like maple
And the catcher's no longer able
You can go and find a stump for you to stand
And when you get there
Go on ahead
Accept their sticky hands