may your mouth betray your wisdom
may you get what they fail to mention

may your love be your only religion

preach it to us all

may you lose what you offer gladly

may you worship the time and it's passing

stars won't ever wait for you

to watch them fall
we're the smoke on a burnt horizon

we're a boat on a tide that's rising

both the post and the pig you're untying

butcher gone for the blade
someday we may all be happy

someday all make a face worth slapping

someday we may be shocked to be laughing

at the way you behave

may your hands be strong and willing

may you know when to speak and to listen

may you find every friend that you're missing

there's no check in the mail

may you end up bruised and purple

know the pieces the shape of a circle

round and round you go biting your tail

we're the journey and the wind is whipping

short hands on the clock still ticking

both the egg and the red fox grinning

his belly full for the day

someday we may all want nothing

and all together we'll get whats coming

someday all say the world was something

that we just couldnt change