September 17, for a girl I know it's Mother's Day
Her son has gone and left, and that's where he will stay
Wind on the weather vane
Tear in blue eyes, sailor mean
As false staff sings a sorrowful refrain
For a boy in faithless green
As tiny knotted hearts
Well, I guess it never worked too good
The timber tore apart
And the water gouged the wood
You could hear her whispered prayers
For men at mass that always land
The same wind that moves a hand
Moves a boy through faithless green
Nothing changed anyway
Oh, nothing's changed anyway
Oh, at a time today
He doesn't know a soul
And there's nowhere that he'd really been
But he won't travel on alone
No, not in faithless green
Balloons are filled with rain
As children's eyes tend to sleep in me
And false staff sings a sorrowful refrain
For a boy in faithless green
Nothing changes anyway
Forget it, nothing changes ever
Suicide band plays Zeke, I realize
The orange ones that the deaf
Without any pretence

Sbersy old Adam
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