Cry Me A Flood

At the base of the hill, there's a smokestack
Blows up twice a week if it blows up at all
And I keep the essentials by the door in a backpack
Not sure when I started, but I was too small

So we'll stoke the coals
On a long dark night of the soul
Trying to white wash away

Cry me a flood
Cry for the things you thought you loved
Till the river springs
Till the poor bird sings

And if the whole town sank
Oooh, you know who to thank
Where the river springs
The smallest violin sings
Oh, cry me a flood

At the base of the hill, there's a flower
By the old smokestack, and getting real tall
And the waters are leavin by the hour
The waters are leavin the flowers of fall

So we'll row our boats, and the tails of finer coats
Trying to white wash away

Cry me a flood
Cry for the things you thought you loved
Till the river springs
Till the poor bird sinks

And if the whole town sang
Oooh, you know who to thank
Where the river springs
The smallest violin sings
Oh, cry me a flood