It seems I know a stranger
better than I know myself
I once believed the paper
now I to believe something else
what to think about my neighbor
and how the ice melts
Being afraid wasn’t my nature
I can’t find anything now that helps

I’ll decide on Mondays
It’s already a bad day anyway
I’ll see what the news says
And forget it at the end of the day
Then I will begin to pray
And hope God shows me a way
To not worry about hiding food away
in a cave when autumn skies turn gray

I don’t live near a seaside;
where the land becomes the coast
I can’t see the continental divide
or even an old ranch fence post
I wondered where a child might hide
Away from the sticks and ghosts
When I realized fear was a poor guide
I thought about what I loved most

It wasn’t anything new really
I had to stop trying to be something
Making rhymes and acting silly
is what a child’s heart can bring
I once knew a girl who was pretty
and even gave her a diamond ring
But what should I do with a memory
When tomorrow says don’t bring a thing?