do when all the paths are there for you
take the shiny take the true take the crazy take the new
which is the one where is the fun
and how will you know which one
she lives in a rainbow on a daydream through the edges of a myth
sings like a blue jay on a sunday who just had her first kiss
nobody knows the troubles she’s seen
nobody knows her real name
few have witnessed the light in her eyes
like a sunbeam through the soft rain
so what do you do when the brown turns to blue
and the ivy switches to green
roll the dice say yr prayers fingers crossed
and hope your spirit is clean