If I die before my mother does Then I would fly beyond the blue And paint the moon the color of her eyes And give my shoes away Or if I die the way of memory A gra**-stained tear around its neck Then I'd be sure to comb out all the knots And leave this street in my dust But I just keep running on I can't be sure where to lay my sorry head Looking up at the same old sky, stuck beneath the blue horizon Lo la lo la lay If I die the way our friendship did No regret and no goodbye A breath of air left in a line I write No photograph or fight But I just keep running on I can't be sure where to lay my sorry head Looking up at the same old sky, stuck beneath the blue horizon Lo la lo la lay If love were to die without apology Take these tears you claim are lies Wipe out the wishing stars wipe out the warming sun Leave the moon to grieve the sky So if I die before my mother does Then let me fly beyond the blue And paint the moon the color of her eyes And give my shoes away