If I die before my mother does   then I would fly beyond the blue   and paint the moon the color of her eyes   and give my shoes away      Or if I die the way of memory   A grass-stained tear around its neck   then I’d be sure to comb out all the knots   and leave this street in my dust      But I just keep running on   I can’t be sure where to lay my sorry head   Looking up at the same old sky, stuck beneath the blue horizon   Lo la lo la lay      If I die the way our friendship did   No regret and no goodbye   A breath of air left in a line I write   No photograph or fight      But I just keep running on   I can’t be sure where to lay my sorry head   Looking up at the same old sky, stuck beneath the blue horizon   Lo la lo la lay      If love were to die without apology   Take these tears you claim are lies   Wipe out the wishing stars wipe out the warming sun   Leave the moon to grieve the sky      So if I die before my mother does   Then let me fly beyond the blue   And paint the moon the color of her eyes   And give my shoes away