Flip a coin with your strange hands not quite woman not quite man
It might land somewhere in the middle or somewhere out of reach
And if I ever learn my name I'll carve it in a park bench and I'll stare
Till the letters don't look like anything
I'll stare, just like you stare with judgment and uncertainty
This park bench is a sacred place though it's far from Eden's garden
It protects me from intrusive thoughts and eyes made prone to wander
And if you ever find me here, you best leave me to my thinking
Or I'll be going, going, going, gone I'll be traveling on
Cast a spell with crooked teeth not quite dull and not quite sweet
It might look something like a photo out of frame and out of focus
And if I ever learn my name I'll carve it in a dogwood and I'll cry
With a weight that shoulders as broad as mine could never bear
How much you carry too much you carry
This dogwood is a sacred tree though it's far from Satan's garden
It holds me like my mother and it smells just like my father
If you ever find me here, you best leave me to my thinking
Or I'll be going, going, going, gone I'll be traveling on