New Year

It's a new year in an old house
With more technology you'll never understand
Break out your typewriter with your "thees" and "thous"
Smearing old words with your old hands
You'll call me Cassandra, I'll call you King James
And all we write is true and all of it insane
But the changing of the seasons
Will forever stay the same, you say

The infantry's retreating
Like they knew how this would end
Did you hear the Germans lost the war?
I bet they could use a friend

Right now supper's getting cold
Right now God is growing old
Right now dialect is evolving
Outside of this house, or so I'm told

And it's a real fear for you and me
Burning clothing just to keep the winter warm
My fingers trace the gum line of a skeleton key
Not caring whether it could open up the door
And the faces at the window are children in the womb
Black-eyed and still but growing every day
You'll die on the outside, or die in this room either way

Our infancy's receding
We're a heartbeat from the end
Did you hear the madmen lost the war?
I bet they could use a friend

Right now supper's getting cold
Right now God is growing old
Right now dialect is evolving
Outside of this house, or so I'm told

We're stockpiling warheads, we're stuck in the past
Death is art, truth is beauty and the first shall be last
You'll call me Athena, I'll call you Monet
When the world is falling down, crumbling like clay

We're hiding in caverns forgetting our names
We dissolve in our mythology like blood in the rain
And you'll call me the lion, I'll call you the lamb
I am lost in all you are, you're alive for what I am