I reached up into the sky
Caught a bird with a cleft hand
He fed us words with his tiny beak
You know it's not too late
to walk away
The
tree from a loose hand
Turned to me and puked up a worm
This is where our story turns The worm turned
and spoke to me
But it's not too late to walk away
Walk away
While I'm here
seeing things
And I'll pretend from a window to walk away Walk away
Walk away Walk away