| The clouds drew dark as | |
| I rolled in | |
| I sat down next to a man with five empty cups in front of him | |
| He said "aren't you a little too young to be alone in these parts" | |
| If being alone is completely lost then | |
| I guess I am | |
| The storms carried me home, over parades | |
| The people caught colds, from the pouring rain | |
| When you sit on this lawn, you are not in order | |
| This painting's ready for it | |
| At the age of six is when | |
| I started talking | |
| At the age of ten is when | |
| I started walking | |
| They told me | |
| I would never get to fully express myself | |
| And any place that | |
| I wanted to go | |
| I could only go in my mind, so... | |
| The storms carried me home, over parades | |
| The people caught colds, from the pouring rain | |
| When you sit on this lawn, you are not in order | |
| This painting's ready for it | |
| And I'll take the hands that gently sweeps across the planes of your physique | |
| Retire them into stables with horses that no one has rode | |
| The planes always pass my body and cast the darkest shadow | |
| If I told you where | |
| I was heading, you still wouldn't follow | |
| The storms carried me home, over parades | |
| The people caught colds, from the pouring rain | |
| When you sit on this lawn, you are not in order | |
| This paintings never framed us together | |
| I'm missing from your pictures these days |