She cried and cried to show how much she loved
He stood stoic to show how real he was
They bragged about their educated sons
Shared a joke at the coffin

There’s no easy way to grow
There’s no peaceful way to go
Only constant micro change
Occasional hurricane

You’re no better, I am better
Than me, than you
For a moment, I was angry
It passed through — we do too

Frogs croakin and wind the only sounds
Hundred fifty people gathered round
Preacher tells us to fold up the flag
I see the guy who didn’t return my wave