Meanwhile Back at the Farm

I get caught turning thoughts into words, words into actions and dogs into birds

Suddenly I lose my train of thought, fragmented memories of things I forgot

Meanwhile, back at the farm, your lady in red gets a shot in the arm

Things that will surface as harm, long consequences come slowly with charm

Abstract and driven as the snow, warm and elaborate, painful and slow

Anxious as the week you were born, under the sunlight and caught in a storm

Somehow these things we all know, they wander away so we can flourish and grow

It's so hard to go with the flow, the harder we swim, yeah, the slower we go

Break at the sight of the dawn, open the door and fall onto the lawn

A dog with the leg of a fawn, murder and chaos the life of a pawn