No birds today

Just this square patch of gray

Molting sky moving in on its morning prey



No words today

No one knocking at the gate

I lost my name long before I lost my way



I wonder what he thinks out there

Pastures turn from black to green and black again

The sun it carves a well worn path

from here to there and the next day back



No birds today

Just this dull sky of gray

Winter's quickly moving in on its skulking prey



No dust today

No clouds rising from my driveway

No hope drifting slowly my way



I wonder what he thinks in there

Pastures turn from black to green and black again

The sun it carves a well worn path

from here to there and the next day back



Cold bars of steel

I'm beginning to dig the feel

of all that disappears into....ethereal



Cold words of hate

Now I'm seeing how things break

Much too late now to cure my mistakes



I wonder what he thinks in there

Pastures turn from black to green and black again

The sun it carves a well worn path

from here to there and the next day back



No birds today

Just this barren stretch of gray

Just this barren stretch of gray