What if I came to get younRight down to your work?nAnd you got in the car seat,nTook a breath,nShut the door.nnAnd we wouldn’t say a wordnJust look right down the roadnAnd listen to the open spacennCause part of you doesn’t noticenYou’ve gone turquoise to grey.nYou’re thin where you’ve been erasing,nAnd you watch what you say.nAnd it isn’t making sensenLosing you to themnLeaving you to work the mill.nnBaby I shouldn’t say thisnI just say it for me.nI want to wrap myself ‘round the shapes younChoose for your melody.nnAnd they won’t come out like thisnAll scared of bein’ sentnBack to their room to wait.nnBut I trust you find the placenThat’s where you’re meant to benWhere there’s a little grace in people’s facesnI trust you find the placenWhere everybody’s kindnAnd they close their eyes to hear what you will play them.