I was fearless for a year or three
I wore old fur coats from dead red-lipstick ladies
I tried to take my liquor straight but couldn't stand the taste
Someone else was always winning the indifference race
But I remember feeling small and misunderstood when
Somehow the music still sounded so good
You would tell "you're fine I think you're just getting old"
Sit with me for hours just to say I'm alone
It’s hard to tell what’s me and what’s the weather
You cover up your clock when we’re together
It’s hard to tell what’s me and what’s my fear
I’m alternating overcast and clear
It’s hard to tell what’s will and what is waiting
When both can feel so full of a creating
The water and the rock
The knuckles and the knock
The key that can unlock are true relating
It’s hard to tell what’s me and what’s the weather
