Saw you turn into a swan

Where once you were a crow

Think I thought much more of you

When there was less of you to know

 

Picture book and greeting card

And a diary full of hate

Take me back Atlantic breeze

Before it gets too late

 

Did they break you up and bring you down?

Did they leave you feeling small?

Well what I really meant to say

Wasn’t what I said at all

 

In the woods and in the town

There’s been panic all around

There’s a hundred ways to wake the dead

Without making any sound

 

Man walks out for fifteen days

No ticket, no spare change

He could use a piece of pick me up

To save him feeling strange