Lying in the hot sun today Watching the clouds run away Thought a little while about you The sky was a petrifying blue And while the geese flew past For no reason at all, I let the sky fall This is an empty country And I am the king, and I should not be allowed to touch anything I picked myself up off the ground
Shook the gra** from my hair and I walked around Felt the warm sun in my eye Strangers were pa**ing by I shimmied up the black walnut tree Let the hard blue sky fall right through me And I saw the sad young cardinals trying to sing And I should not be allowed to touch anything