Majia, she said the world is round
she is a balloon on a disturbed lake
Your showers found me fleeing
i was almost bare and near frozen
like the very gift nobody wants
and the same old holy country song
the old fellow with yellows on
and a smile broader than heaven
come home and untie all of us
tell me how easy it is to now live
talk about the changing faces
the clowns and a common doom
my weakness is my sweet dream
and the shadows that trail me