I wished on a shooting star in Greenland
but was sad to find
just a lump of rock in the ice
And the lead in my pencil splintered
wasn’t strong as I thought
and my wish was lost …
Because blue blue berries are as blue
as New New jersey is the garden state
and you you can call it what you like
on the parkway dodging drivers
just cause it smells like fertilizer
don’t mean it’s gonna bloom …
The sun don’t rise, it’s just the earth that’s spinning
you don’t lose your heart, it’s your head that’s spinning
and there is no truth, it is all just spinning
so just call me yours, and I’ll call it winning …
Because blue blue berries are as blue
as New New jersey is the garden state
and you you can call it what you like
on the freeway paying tolls
on the driveway parking cars
I just want the road that’s ours …
I don’t need you to confuse me
I have grown enough to know
I like the truth in place of mystery
it’s not as sexy as it used to be
to chase after meanings
weaving tapestries of possibilities
reading more in than anyone ever means …
So, I wished on a shooting star in Greenland,
but was sad to find
just a lump of rock in the ice
and the lead in my pencil splintered
wasn’t strong as I thought
but you found the wish that I lost …
Because you can live in a garden state
if you you only plant a garden there
and you can make almost any city full of grace
don’t have to call it charming
you can call it what it is
you can love it all the same.
can you love it all the same?
Could you love me all the same?
darling, what’s in a name?
– © Heather Aubrey Lloyd