COUNting CRows / Anna BEGINS

My friend assures me "it's all or nothing"I am not worried- I am not overly concerned

My friend implores me " for one time only,make an exception." I am not not worriedWrap her up in a package of liesSend her off to a coconut islandI am not worried - I am not overly concernedwith the status of my emotions"oh", She says, "were changing."But were always changingIt does not bother me to say this isn't loveBecause if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't loveand I guess I'm going to have to live withoutbut, I'm sure there's something in a shade of grayor something in betweenand I can always change my name if that's what you meanMy friend assures me "it's all or nothing`But I am not really worriedI am not overly concernedYou try to tell your self the things you try tell your self to makeyourself forgetto make your self forgetI am not worried"If it's love" she said, "then were gonna have to think about theconsequences"She can't stop shaking and I can t stop touching her and.....This time when kindness falls like rainIt washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind"these seconds when I'm shaking leave me shudderingfor days" she says.And I'm not ready for this sort of thingBut I'm not gonna breakAnd I'm not going to worry about it anymoreI'm not gonna bend. And I'm not gonna break andI'm not gonna worry about it anymoreIt seems like I should say "as long as this is love..."But it's not all that easy so maybe I should justsnap her up in a butterfly net-Pin her down on a photograph albumI am not worriedI've done this sort of thing beforeBut then I start to think about the consequencesBecause I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...The time when kindness falls like rainIt washes me away and Anna begins change my mindAnd every time she sneezes I believe it's loveand oh lord.... I'm not ready for this sort of thingShe s talking in her sleep it's keeping me awakeAnd Anna begins to toss and turnAnd every word is nonsense but I understand and andoh lord. I m not ready for this sort of thingHer kindness bangs a gongIt's moving me along and Anna begins to fade awayIt s chasing me away. She disappears, and oh lord I'm not ready for this sort of thing