Know this house that I call home.
The gentle milk was happy just to flow.
No better tomcats took their licks in turn.
Some branches fall to open arms;
some paradises are a bridge too far.
God's in the treetop making mockingbirds.
If I could choose, I would do things right;
teach my dreams to look me in the eye;
sing my heart out into my hands;
shine where light demands.
When I loose my feet in my father's shoes;
when I take your flesh with my false tooth;
when I bend until I break in two,
call me a fool being green
in the leaves of the world.
The wind blows all the wild away.
This house was kind as every hiding place.
Bones are the hardest offering to burn.
That dog will bark, though no one's there.
This man went mad breaking his easy chair.
Sing me the softest heart I've ever heard.
It's only right how this trail goes cold,
moonlight gliding through our empty clothes.
Know I'm warm when a cloud rolls by,
rolling right for sky.
When I loose my feet in my father's shoes;
when I take your flesh with my false tooth;
when I bend until I break in two,
call me a fool being green
in the leaves of the world.