The wind and rain are here again
And a powerless darkness
had laid me down
The lights are out all over town
But the earthquake got me out of bed
The earthquake got me out of bed
See the little bird fly
'round his head
As the little boy sits on the ground
And makes the toy cars drive around
It's a loss that I can't comprehend
It's a loss that I can't comprehend
Cause his mother died the other day
He's only three years old
Her body's gone
but her soul is here to stay
See the little birdy
watch him grow
See the little birdy
watch him grow
October ended with a single
feather funneling its way
To muddy Earth in front of
funny sparrow copycatting
Eventually it would
select and circle one
As if to pause and crown
the victim of a loss
I wasn't comprehending
There's been a fundamental
loss we aren't comprehending
It's said the winged in
post mortal visitation echo well
The stasis of a spirit
taken from its only home
A legend quoted by
the wreathing of a grieving child
When all that's left to do is
sit and watch the creatures
grow and grow
And grow and grow and grow
and grow and grow and grow
and grow
The winds and rain
have begun inching in a frame
Like darkness with a bounty
on whatever lay me down
The town had been retiring to
its quarters as if
waiting for the earthquake
The earthquake got me out of bed
The earthquake got me out of bed
The earthquake got me out of bed