keep your chin up (misunderstood)      well there are no pills left to swallow   the bitterest part's gone down   no brick road left to follow   'cause the storm's blown through town   and i am sifting through old postcards   i filed inside my head   where islands glow like ruby shoes   and you meant every word you said      so kansas, keep your chin up   the good witch is still around   and i am packing up the postcards   and getting out of town      we were trapped inside a camera   convex and upside down   i could not save us from it   the sky was burned and browned   it was curling at the edges   as the fire destroyed it all   and all that kept us on the ledge, dear,   was the memory of the fall      so adam, keep your chin up   i am taking all the blame   and i will bury all the apple cores   and leave you your good name      and there are no wicked witches here   just fairy tales unlearned   princes off their horses   happy endings spurned   in favor of some sad post-modern finish   to our tale   postcards trapped in bottles   and ships that don't set sail      so sweetheart, keep your chin up   i admit it's all my fault   the postcards all are water-logged   and the ship has filled with salt   and every postcard held a little lie   that was meant to glue this shut   but i forgot to fix myself dear,   and it was me who fell apart.