Tweed

He smoked and shook his head
Left it gone again
But when he's at the top of a tree
Singing all his favorite songs
The heralders of the dream

And the clouds smoke their many arms abrush the gentle sky
Paint drops on the foam never stop to wonder why, they just exist
And I came out sad and mad but now I smile like a radiator
Years go by outside like train windows
I still think art's important

Cause when statues are up and statues are down
We need a tune to hold us out
As sappy as it sounds, I still believe
And as tired as it sounds, I still can see

And I feel so new, an agnostic man
In the end I'd rather be just there
At the top of our tree
Singing all our favorite songs
The heralders of the dream

He smiled and shook their hands
Lifting on again

Woah oh oh
What do I know?
Birds and whistle-spiders, it all revolves

Woah oh oh
What do I know?
The passing of the days, it all revolves

And my happy place is the bird in the sky that rains across the sea
And my sad place is the wind and the cough
And the chalkboard at the sewer street
But I'm out now, and I know it's here to stay
But I'm holding his guitar and I know what to sing suddenly
My feet are warm, this might just last
It might just last, it might just last

And I wrote this all in the dead of March
When the world was just a question mark
But now I'm here with my Tweed
Playing all my favorite songs
The heralders of the dream