Oh look what just came rolling down This morning's face Some shining tears from sleepy eyes Won't go to waste I've got a loose side frame Been filling up with grain In red with one wax pencil We mark the time and date I'm gonna turn this truck around When we run out of space You say "Why can't you say more hopeful things And skies that go from gray to blue" I know my voice is like a broken saw I know my voice is like a tightening screw If I could write a song of sweetness and light for you Well honey that's just the first thing that I would do That I would do There is a temperature where even we Must take the armor off A point at which the carapace Can just dissolve And while the river rises Cool and clear around our knees We'll watch while clouds that covered us Are broken by the breeze You say "Why can't you say more hopeful things And skies that go from gray to blue" I know my voice is like a broken saw I know my voice is like a sickly shrew If I could write a song of sweetness and light for you Oh honey that's just the first thing that I would do That I would do Oh yeah I would do