Greta

Her playground, her courtyards are out of this world
You can realign the light, but you can't tame the girl
And her eyes are the size of lagoons, all dreaming wild

In the morning, the universe shines from under her skin
The delicate pattern of places she's been
Her baby days coiled up inside her like ribbons all tied

Greta, be good to yourself, for goodness' sake

You existed in moonlight before you were born
On the turn of each calendar inside and outside
Observatories clocked you in stars
They were holding so, dear

Greta be good to yourself, you've always been here