Catch it when it comes
Put it in your pocket
Nothing till it's gone
Kept but could not lock it
Now all at once it's broken blue
Welcome it when it comes home
Cook it lots of stews
Feed it feasts, red wine, violets, rouge
All the things you used to do
Tell the neighbors you've come home
Really it's true
O the wild parade
That we planned for you
There'll be fireworks and choirs
But you must be tired
You spread the finest bed
Tuck it in say
Tomorrow's gonna be a big day
Then watch it drift away
And all at once it's broken blue
In an empty room
Fate lies dusting off tables
Whispering
Did you hear that?
Did you hear that?
Someone's singing in the backyard
Just wind blowing through
Just wind blowing through
Right from the muffled, static-y start, this song is a dream, moving through a differently shaped sense of time with dream logic. The pet you had when you were young that ran away. The cat you fed but stopped coming. The dog you found but disappeared. It's the bird that came back against all odds. The thing that you lost, your childhood, your safety. It is you, didn't you see that, orbiting away from where you started, all that has happened to you and all you've done, how far you've gone from it all and how much it has hurt but it's all waiting for you to come back, no matter what you've done or where you've been all the people in your dreams celebrating your return all the past welcoming you home with cake and champagne with so much joy that it can't possibly be real and you see that it isn't and you aren't anymore it's a dream but it is real and everything is transparent but you can feel it and you are overcome with the most joyful feeling you have ever felt in what was your life echoes of where you came from your mom and dad and grandmother and grandfather hugging you the comfort you have been wanting the safety you lost long ago but you've traveled far to get there you've come a long way you must be tired tomorrow's gonna be a big day tomorrow it starts tomorrow you can finally relax and let go and sink into like never before and it's gone just a song from long ago in the backyard of your childhood home just a far away voice of someone that sounds familiar someone you recognize but can't see and now what happens to you you wonder
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