I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
All we could do
No shakes or coughs or burst relief
Or lists of all our things
Just minutes making minds
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
All we could do
But the makers never made
The comers never came
But I still felt that awful news
It was patience that we had
And the miles we had left
That held us there until we could let go
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
And it'll be over soon
No moon children or people's sun
Or ringing in my ears
When I still felt that awful news
It was patience that we had
And the miles we had left
That held us there until we could let go
It was patience that we had
And the miles we had left
That held us there until we could let go
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
All we could do
Not in birth or body
But only in our minds
Not in birth or body
I still felt that awful news
It was patience that we had
And the miles we had left
That held us there until we could let go
It was patience that we had
And the miles we had left
That held us there until we could let go