Ineffable

I hear the sound of sirens laughing at my window
I smell the rain of midnight searching for a place to go
I feel my body all contorted looking for comfort in angular places
I see angels tellin' me to quit my second guessing

And when I walked outside today I looked out and I could see the sky
And I put my hand up mama, to hold it up for you
How come the clouds came by, how come the clouds go by yet it remains so blue
In the back of my mind, I still cradle every thought of you

There's a thousand little worlds
From the streets of New York City
To the highways and the half-moon hills
There's a thousand little words
I could string 'em all together
But it wouldn't make sense of the same strangeness of it all

My mother of the mountains wears her heart out on her sleeve
She has trouble explaining the day-to-day happenings
The struggle comes and goes, it goes and comes yet it remains so new
In every stumbling conversation, every half-evoked thought
I am a mess with you

There's a thousand little worlds
From the look of a lover
To the softness in a stranger's eyes
There's a thousand little words
I could string 'em all together
But it wouldn't make sense of the same strangeness of it all