Under a Tree

There's a funny, little rumor about the way that the trees hold the sky
There's something in your eyes showing the smile you're trying to hide
And there's a cotton-candy-clown and like the flowers he is trying to fly
And there's something like sunshine that crept into my graveyard nights

There's a glimmer of a moment that you would die to relive
There's a trainload of your past that derailed when your future split
And there's hope that you'd find a door that you have not built yet
And there's a feeling of desire that is burning like a grounded jet

Well so much for the pleasures that have pleased us more than all
And so much for the hungry who are waiting in the hall
And so much for the lightening that made the dead stir
For so much you'd give it all to quiet the thunder

There's a darkened intuition that your world might give up the fight
There's a glory seeking hell-hound and he's feeling quite alright
And there's a dazzling image of a truth-less reality
And there's a gust of wind screaming through an open window at me

And so much for a little 'cause that won't help you get lost
And so much for your hands too busy to pull me across
And so much for painting pictures now all I see is black and gray
For so much you'd give it all if you only knew what to say

And there's a newborn baby crying and she's trying to tell us all
There's solutions in the wind but the dust it covers her calls
There's a musician playing cards and he's losing his only hand
And there's a face in your window that relates but can't understand