| Incomprehensible |
| Incomprehensible |
| Incomprehensible, let me be |
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| Highway 17, cotton candy rain |
| Driving with my lover, we missed our plane |
| So we added on the hours to see the lupine flowers |
| Way up past the border, we blew through Thunder Bay |
| The pine trees are narrow, a billion broken arrows |
| The ravens and the crows, robins and the sparrows |
| All across Ontario, static on the stereo |
| Went swimming in the lake, Old Woman Bay |
| Traveling with some stuff, I left when I was a kid |
| Mr. Bear and the wooden box I hid |
| Full of broken gadgets that mean nothing now |
| The only thing I'll keep are the letters and the photographs |
| In two days, it's my birthday, and I'll be 33 |
| That doesn't really matter next to eternity |
| But I like a double number, and I like an odd one, too |
| And everything I see from now on will be something new |
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| I'm afraid of getting older, that's what I've learned to say |
| Society has given me the words to think that way |
| The message spirals, don't get saggy, don't get gray |
| But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder |
| My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother, too |
| Wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew |
| And as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue |
| How can beauty that is living be anything but true? |
| So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair |
| Let me dance in front of people without a care |
| Let me be naked alone, with nobody there |
| With mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear |
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| Incomprehensible, let me be |
| Incomprehensible, let me be |
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| Incomprehensible, let me be |
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