If I don’t cry now
The trees’ll be sick
If I don’t cry now
The rocks will insist
I'm pretending to be someone else
If I don’t cry now

My sister and I snuck through the strange church office
Past the secretary’s desk
In her eyes I saw it
By “you poor kids” my face was set in a half smile
Having learned by now that frozen cheeks
Can sell my denial

If I don’t cry now
The trees’ll be sick
If I don’t cry now
The rocks will insist
I'm pretending to be someone else
If I don’t cry now

Watching the interstate go by
From the backseat window
Heart still soft
Eyes still wide
Head still on a swivel