Stay in the shadows of my hand, comfortable friend

You're a tree-ripened girl, still green, seen on billboards

You're a baby, not in age, but ideas

Toss and turn, my friend, to the end of the storm underneath your sleeping eyelids

You're the sun reflected in the sand of a faraway land

You're a circus performer, magnificently twirling

The acrobat inside you is leisurely suspended, using no net

Destiny is below, with its casual arithmetic, waiting

Little Ruby Rain, your storm is just a game

And it's strange to be yesterday's thunder

When the vines of time, squared, electrify your soft hair

And four white horses with ruby red eyes pull your casket away

Only a thimbleful of people will understand

And as the applause dies down, I'll remember you the way you are today

Stay in the shadows of my hand, comfortable friend

You're a tree-ripened girl, still green, seen on billboards

You're a baby, not in age, but ideas

Toss and turn, my friend, to the end of the storm underneath your sleeping eyelids

Little Ruby Rain, your storm is just a game

And it's strange to be yesterday's thunder