until the little girl in blue
can be the boy he wants to be
until the little boy’s mama calls her she
if she wants to be called “she”.. or nothing else at all
until that happens.. we should catch her if she falls

why can’t that old man in bright orange
be from someplace south of Yonkers
not some space ship that landed from the moon
don’t wave those red balloons.. he ain’t no loony tunes
he just likes orange
and we should catch him if he falls

so look out for the people.. that people run away from
some humans think that different means insane
why’d we have to know what everything is
why’d we have to know what everything is
why’d we have to call everything a name

until that little girl in blue
can be the boy he wants to be
until the little boy’s mama calls her she
if she wants to be called “she”...  or nothing else at all
until that happens... we should catch her if she falls