Someone's Gotta Change Your Mind

Little children out in the rain

Slipping and sliding, covered in pain

Bodies broken, soaked to the bone

Little children going on home

I know, I know

I know, I know

I know, I know

Someone ought to make them feel fine

And so and so

And so and so

And so and so

Someone's got to change your mind

Flying down Juniper, a three wheel line

Long gone kiss it goodbye

Mother and Father covered in snow

Little children going on home

I know, I know

I know, I know

I know, I know

Someone ought to make them feel fine

And so and so

And so and so

And so and so

Someone's got to change your mind

I know, I know

I know, I know

I know, I know

Someone ought to make them feel fine

And so and so

And so and so

And so and so

Someone's got to change your mind

Nothing to prove, your blood is mine

I have no children, just some design

Woven mystery that fills up this womb

No little children left to go home