Come take your bent-out shape that now fits you so well But if it doesn't sit with you Well, change your mind In time, you find that no one's out to get you For better or worse, they're going to leave you Alone Lo, the high spirits they rose With anchors that you tugged on You could bewitch anything that you hung on Your hexes You've mastered your sadness Now go find good grief The kind that makes offerings Shed some light Shed We liked you because Your effect was your cause Now you're all caught Up in arms We've got hard feelings To cast like missionaries sent To jailbirds waiting To be born again And born again You know It's okay to change your mind