Someone's Gotta Change Your Mind

Little children out in the rain
Slipping and sliding, covered in pain
Bodies broken, soaked to the bone
Little children going on home

I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
Someone ought to make them feel fine
And so and so
And so and so
And so and so
Someone's got to change your mind

Flying down Juniper, a three wheel line
Long gone kiss it goodbye
Mother and Father covered in snow
Little children going on home

I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
Someone ought to make them feel fine
And so and so
And so and so
And so and so
Someone's got to change your mind

I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
Someone ought to make them feel fine
And so and so
And so and so
And so and so
Someone's got to change your mind

Nothing to prove, your blood is mine
I have no children, just some design
Woven mystery that fills up this womb
No little children left to go home