Other State

You are a Saturday that's shining sun across my tired face

The days that I still trace are fine in this or any other state

So come along another way

My little voices cannot wait

I see crumbling leaves, they fall away and leave at night

The ones that still remain speak words

That shine through our blurry eyes

So come along another way

Change your steps, but do not stay

You are the mirror's edge

Throwing back what always looks the same

The days that I still trace are fine in this or any other state