I wouldn’t change the rain, not even if I could,
and you can stay the same, too, as if you ever would,

take these tatters that I wear,
weave a blanket with your hair,
and I will sleep beneath it soundly when the day’s done..

I wouldn’t change your name, I like the sound of it,
a name is just a sound that somehow seems to fit,

(I’ll) take the stories that you tell,
throw them down a wishing well,
so I may dream about you fondly when the day’s done..

all the anger that I keep hidden up my conj’rer’s sleeve,
I have turned to colored scarves, doves appear and disappear,
my best friend and oldest fear: wond’ring if the world is pleased
with these few card tricks that I know?..

I tried to change the world, but, I made a mess of it, so
I had to beg the rain, please, to wash it clean again,

take the armor that I forged,
melt it down into a porch swing,
I will swing with you at twilight when the day’s done,

all the anger that I keep
hidden up my conj’rer’s sleeve, I have turned to colored scarves,
doves appear and disappear, my best friend and oldest fear:
wond’ring if the world is pleased with these few card tricks that I know..

take the armor that I forged,
melt it down into a porch swing,
I will swing with you at twilight..
take the stories that you tell,
throw them down a wishing well,
so I may dream about you fondly..
take these tatters that I wear,
weave a blanket with your hair,
and I will sleep beneath it soundly when the day’s done…