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