She's a good old girl A good old girl She's lived too long and seen too much All over scabs and scars and such But she's a pretty girl Kinda pretty girl If you cock your head and squint If you recognize the prints of space and time
Doing what they do Shepherding her through Space will slow her stride Time will turn her tide It's far too much to take But my girl don't know when to break So she'll make, she'll make her way She's a good old girl She'll fly true
Her structure's sound Her clock is wound Through mistreatment and neglect She'll give whatever she's got left And she's run aground She's run aground But on the weakest breath of wind She'll up and navigate the din of love and lies
Doing what they do Shepherding her through Truth will stem her pride And time will turn her tide It's far too much to take But my girl don't know how to break So she'll make, she'll make her way She's a good old girl She'll fly true
She's a good old girl My good old girl She's lived too long and seen too much But still responds to the right touch And she's a pretty girl Such a pretty girl In the presence of her pain You can't hear nothin' but the rain of space and time
Doing what they do Shepherding her through Space will slow her stride And time will tell she's tried It's far too much to take But my girl don't know when to break So she'll make, she'll make her way She'll make her way She's good.