saw an eagle on a pole i think it was an eagle watched its shadow fly cross the cement and i woke up in the snow all the trees and crowds and people no shirt no shoes no idea where they went i followed the fence line thin back where the yard begins my woman she stood crying like a man said where have you been where have you been i thought you said that all of that was done el cielo es azul just don t go telling everyone thought the kettle was a train thought that monday was a doorframe i tried so hard to finally settle down heard the fire pop and snap like a tack piano rag i never could get used to happy sounds yeah i hope the world s exposed a cruel and elaborate hoax it convinces me to walk without a cane but what can you do child what can you do i always heard that what is done is done el cielo es azul just don t go telling everyone the past don t ever quit there s boxes in the attic baby shoes and taxidermy dreams while the ashes of the dead like a dandelion head explode and then are scattered by the breeze it s such a long way back to all the fun i ve had when nothin ever seemed to bother me but what can you do child what can you do sleep neath the stars and toil in the sun el cielo es azul just don t go telling everyone2