Sleeping Cranes
Sewing Song
The rain waltzed in on the heels of the spring, and it polished my baby eyesAnd I didn't get a lot of sleep, but I learned how to speak in the week I spent on God's timeI scribbled and I sprinted and I scrubbed up my hands, and I cleaned out my headBut with each measured twitch of its steady, steady hands, the standard clock dragged me in againThe world's gonna give you what it damn well wantsAnd you don't have to be contentBut if you make friends with your misery, it'll swallow you upAnd your anchors are all that you will be left withThe telephone lines were left split, spitting and screaming, and the news died at our doorsBut our bones didn't crumble, our lungs still pumped without our TVs or department storesI tossed out my plans and I tore up some ties that I might try to sew up laterBut for now, it seems good fences will make for the very best neighborsThe world's gonna give you what it damn well wantsAnd you don't have to be contentBut if you make friends with your misery, it'll swallow you upAnd your anchors are all that you will be left withSummer wipes its feet on the welcome matWe watch the waves as they leap and collapseAnd Grace is smiling with her feet under the tideLike Corey said, "Goddamn, it's great to be alive."
From Letras Mania