The trials you carried
In the palm of your hand
Lost out to juries
Too weary to stand

With time out for feelings
Always unplanned
The way you love is like grieving
Your sadness, my band

You never took me serious
You always took me down
I got taken for a white girl
Who got taken for a clown

But sometimes in the evening
When I need to be warm
I can still see your reflection
Through a window long since gone

It leaves me feeling queasy
Like a tree after a storm
I could have lived with thunder
It was just another song.