It’s Time To Go Home.
I Love how the birds go tweet tweet tweetthe air is so sweet hereup at Walter ReedI got wi-fi bedsideand my remdesiviran iPhone Twitter and my TV screen Cause if
Michigan.
Michigan is calling me though it’s impossible to gothis March the weather’s just half the storyI wish it was only sleet and snow Though Michigan is calling meit’s sure cheaper
the Scene
The urge to join the pack is strongI got contemptAnd staying poweralmost stayed until the trap was sprungbut my legsare good and longhead long rush into the fight again I
the Freshly Fallen.
That’s as gentle as it getsa feathered touch a silent blowparticulate and delicatewith luck it never shows falling downletting goof everything that I knowIn the freshly falling snow just a
the Plan.
I’ve been watching how the ducks roll when they stroll oh so nervous how they wiggle when they waddle maybe that duck’s so glad when he’s down on the earth
unEven.
Never give them time to thinkthey should answer quickjust shine that bright white light in their faceyou know only liars ever take time to think And never give them cashcause
the Mouse King’s Lament.
Well now I AM the proud mouse king I take the throne I lead us over battlefield and under stone Over bone and blood And minced mouse meat The rabbit
You Never Answer.
I can’t sleep in my own bedno one to tell me a good nightso I crash out on my couch insteadweeks now with the tv on quiet You were the
I Am The Wreckingball
I am not mortar, I am mortal,A force of destructionabout as cordial as a wreckingball.A kiss like breaking brick,that sickening feeling in your stomach.Came seeking shelter and founda splintered white
The Worm Song.
I don’t think you know where I’ve beenI’ve been playing with the worms againI want to know just how they communicateI’ve been screaming yelling till I’m blue in the faceI’ve