when we were young   our words were innocent -   whiter than snow,   awkward and slow.   now when we speak,   we risk an avalanche.   but that’s not enough now   to reroute our plans.   i believe that we’ve got it wrong, got it wrong.   we’ll realize when it’s said and done, said and done,   that in our words we’ve lost so much more   than we’ve ever won.   the aftermath   is cracked wood where fences stood   and the broken bones of our childhood.   in our trembling fear,   we put words inside God’s mouth.   we cover our tracks   and get so proud of ourselves,   we get so proud of ourselves,   we get so proud of ourselves   when we get away.   i believe that we’ve got it wrong, got it wrong.   we’ll realize when it’s said and done, said and done,   that in our words we’ve lost so much more   than we’ve ever won.   it’s in our nature to complicate,   but in the end it’s the casualties   that carry all the weight.