Happiness is only real when you share it Snow that thickens with the trees, and how they wear it Clambering up from my bed in a blanket How I find you shivering at the heathens With a thin light leaning on All the awning you have done It's a grey snow, and grey swans It's an orange while at dawn It's not the weight that brings you down, it's how you carry it I had to change it I had to change it Now the dreams can stay with you, through the morning Covering the way she looks, at the orphan While the girls will smoke, the lake is reflecting All the copper leaves Spinning like a set, of keys The wind was jingling And saying, "Come on girl, it's time, to go for a ride Girl, it's time, to go for a ride Girl, it's time, to go for a ride." It's a thin twig holding straw That the blackbirds laid upon For the length of the radio song Before they shovel on It's not the weight that brings you down, it's how you carry it I had to change it I had to change it How I find your bobby-pins on my floor How I know that morning will bring more How I find your underwear in my dryer And a strand of blonde hair, on my shoulder Even when you're gone Even when you bend, like a swan The wind was rustling All the things you leave, and says "It's time for a ride Girl, it's time, to go for a ride Girl, it's time, to go for a ride Girl, it's time, to go for a ride."