Tables turn and positions reverse
the heart is naked when insecurities disperse
I see both sides of the coin we flipped
failed to get out of the way before lightning hit
The forecast calls for clear skies
There's a healing little boy inside
He watches as the pieces rearrange
asking a stranger to provide some loose change
so he can hold onto a coin until another whispers in his ear,
"Lets flip this for our future, call it in the air"