Chicken Little

Hey There's a volcano, just inside this shell Indivisible and prime And framed in eerie transluscence No matter, she said, you were quiet days

Next to this forking into oblivion road And honest, but not certain, I said I'll see you in the kingdom coming

And sitting down, breathed the cancer and waited for the sky to fall

Hey Didn't you tell me, to wait for the next train? You would appear like Christ part two Roseate and enpraptured In my leather jacket and skin

Touch me here, you said, in a voice that I remember And frightened, but not worried I played for keeps in your middle

And made the hope fingers, and mixed the drinks I waited for the sky to fall

Somewhere in between Anxiety and apathy The canyon and the ocean Lost the believing reason Lost the believing will   And left my favorite plaid hat   On the waiting room chair

Hey, I guess now, it's all right to applaud A thousand miles from here When I see you getting your way Not worth it, not worth it And I still can't walk away

Open your heart to me, and you point to show me how And wide-open and bristling I said, remember me differently

And standing up, and stepping off I'm dissolving In dense white Florida fog