On a Wednesday I stumbled in To a side street café Where a cowboy is singing To a crowd of older aged They tapped their Velcro Feet on the floor Half a beat - delayed Sippin' their sweet lemonade Sippin' their sweet lemonade
Then suddenly I'm a girl of three Not much older I learned to carry the weight of the world On my shoulders Wanna give it back, give it back Happily This weight was not meant For you and me This weight was not meant For you and me
Woven threads in a tapestry Of delightful mystery Pieced together by wrinkled hands of time The colors sometimes bleed Against sun-bleached walls the quilt She speaks a patchwork symphony We are here, we are simply here to be Oh-ho oh
He says innocence is the best defense For a heart that's been broken She lets herself be still and soft She is cracked open Wants to hold his hand, hold his hand Let herself be seen There's space in between Where they'll meet There's space in between Where they'll meet
Sitting slumped amidst the Sunday swamp of family They send him off with snapshots To the Army Wanna take him back, take him back Courageously This war was not meant For boys of nineteen This war was not meant For you and me
Woven threads in a tapestry Of delightful mystery Pieced together by wrinkled hands of time The colors sometimes bleed Against sun-bleached walls the quilt She speaks a patchwork symphony We are here, we are simply here to be Oh-ho oh
On a Wednesday I stumble in To a side street café Where a cowboy is singing To a crowd of older aged We tap our Velcro Feet on the floor Half a beat - delayed Sippin' our sweet lemonade Sippin' our sweet lemonade We'll be sippin' Our sweet lemon-a-a-a-ade