Lying in the hot sun today Watch as the clouds run away Thought a little while about you The sky was a petrifying blue And while the geese flew past For no reason at all I let the sky fall This is an empty country, and I am the king And I should not be allowed to touch anything
I picked myself up off the ground Shook the gras from my hair and I Walked around Welcome warm sunlight in my eye Strangers passing by I shimmied up the black walnut tree Let the hard blue sky fall right through me And I saw the sad young cardinals, trying to sing And I should not be allowed to touch anything