Once I was
I was I was there were ribbons in my hair
There were leaves of streaming gold everywhere
If a boy said hello I would hide trembling so trembling so
Now I barely know what the meaning of no is
Now I am I am I am past an audience I stare
What is gold is how the lights touch my hair
All the boys turn to men all the leaves change again
Change again change again
Still I answer yes though I know what will happen
As these phases come and go
Music tells me what I need to know
