under a full moon sky
on a tightrope ten feet high
she walks she walks she walks
on eggshells
my best friend's tears are coming through the phone
and i wonder when things will change for us,
when things will get better
my mother's tears are coming through the phone
and i wonder when things will change for her,
when things will get better
i'll write my way through this flood of tears
and fight my way through the storms
til i find a better way to live these years
and make it to a place to call home
