How long you've been around girl, longer than your years? looking out through the eyes of an old soul - same [bad word]  same fears. must have been kinda awful one so young and tender, walking out onto the lawn a young pretender. 

I'm 30 plus years old and looking on you like a saint, some kinda gift that could be all the things i am and ain't. i watch you cut your sway like a blade through harvest wheat with eyes that burn and melt with intensity and heat. who gave you what you are - these visions, these demands? this intolerance and bluntness, this hunger in your arms? 

i watch [bad word] ahead long into this autumn wind till your face is flushed and your knees are skinned. scattering the mad pies and crows from their frost, your footprints like a path to something lost. i turn and i wave back and the sun light from behind, it's like a halo mesmerizing, undefined... it's like a halo...

Bow to the saint amongst us on this frost [bad word] lawn, rain spattered on any gust of a lead storm. And while I drop my head in a strange kind of respect - I feel my driven heart... pump and connect. Even now, whemma [when I am] so rowed up and paid for all this transparency this whole song is shared, the wet leaves lift in to the gathering trees. [bad word] in now, Girl, where you'll freeze...

It's like a halo...