Indeed, the
Sunday morning my Rebekah sleeping in with me again
There's a kid outside the church kicking a can
When the seed of branches twish, she turns her collar to the wind
The weather can close the world within its hand
And my mother says Rebekah is a stubborn as they come
They both call to me with words I never knew
There's a bug inside the thimble, there's a bandaid on her thumb
And a pony in the river turning blue
They say, turn me give you more than your poor bones could ever take
My Rebekah says she never wants a boy
To be barefoot on the dry way as they wave and ride away
Then turn around inside and curse the open door
I once gave to my Rebekah, a belated promise ring
And she sold it to the waitress on the train
I may find her by the phone, but with a fashion magazine
She may kiss me when her girlfriends leave again
They say, turn me give you more than your poor bones could ever take
I think I could never love another girl
To be free atop the trees, to vent her love the other way
While she shines my mother's invitation pearl
I think I could never love another girl
To be free atop the trees, to vent her love the other way
While she shines my mother's invitation pearl
I think I could never love another girl
To be free atop the trees, to vent her love the other way
Cause lost a book she never read and the moon already fell into the sea
So the statues of our fathers in the courthouse, where we've been
Now they've lived with all the lying and tidied trees
They say, turn me give you more than your poor bones could ever take
My Rebecca said she knew I'd want a boy
A dollar for my boat, what red balloon to float away
She would earn a pocket full to buy me more
You
