Happiness

Happiness is only real when you share it
Snow that thickens with the trees, and how they wear it
Clambering up from my bed in a blanket
How I find you shivering at the heathens
With a thin light leaning on
All the awning you have done
It's a grey snow, and grey swans
It's an orange while at dawn
It's not the weight that brings you down, it's how you carry it
I had to change it
I had to change it
Now the dreams can stay with you, through the morning
Covering the way she looks, at the orphan
While the girls will smoke, the lake is reflecting
All the copper leaves
Spinning like a set, of keys
The wind was jingling
And saying, "Come on girl, it's time, to go for a ride
Girl, it's time, to go for a ride
Girl, it's time, to go for a ride."
It's a thin twig holding straw
That the blackbirds laid upon
For the length of the radio song
Before they shovel on
It's not the weight that brings you down, it's how you carry it
I had to change it
I had to change it
How I find your bobby-pins on my floor
How I know that morning will bring more
How I find your underwear in my dryer
And a strand of blonde hair, on my shoulder
Even when you're gone
Even when you bend, like a swan
The wind was rustling
All the things you leave, and says
"It's time for a ride
Girl, it's time, to go for a ride
Girl, it's time, to go for a ride
Girl, it's time, to go for a ride."