She's a good old girl
A good old girl
She's lived too long and seen too much
All over scabs and scars and such
But she's a pretty girl
Kinda pretty girl
If you cock your head and squint
If you recognise the prints of space and time
Doing what they do
Shepherding her through
Space will slow her stride
Time will turn her tide
It's far too much to take
But my girl don't know when to break
So she'll make, she'll make her way
She's a good old girl
She'll fly true
Her structure's sound
Her clock is wound
Through mistreatment and neglect
She'll give whatever she's got left
And she's run aground
She's run aground
But on the weakest breath of wind
She'll up and navigate the din of love and light
Doing what they do
Shepherding her through
Truth will stem her pride
And time will turn her tide
It's far too much to take
But my girl don't know how to break
So she'll make, she'll make her way
She's a good old girl
She'll fly true
(Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I'm don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me.)
She's a good old girl
My good old girl
She's lived too long and seen too much
But still responds to the right touch
And she's a pretty girl
Such a pretty girl
In the presence of her pain
You can't hear nothin' but the rain of space and time
Doing what they do
Shepherding her through
Space will slow her stride
And time will tell she's tried
It's far too much to take
But my girl don't know when to break
So she'll make, she'll make her way
She'll make her way
She's good.