Pick yourself up off the floor
Brush the dust off of each shoulder
You may feel helpless but it's not the end of the world
Say you're a picture without a frame
Just settle seven more years
As your cells rearrange
With a crooked wine smile
Wash that white winter blue away
Keep that grievance at bay
But will I ever live up to
All your expectations
I'd been lost for many months
When all of a sudden
There your face was