Lying in bed, I find an egg

I hold it to the light and see its insides

They're still there somehow beneath a pale shell that should’ve been broken by now

Things like you don’t last too long

Look at what the arborists have done

I’ve got no limbs, I cannot hold a thing

I wish you could’ve seen me back when I was strong

This tree is no place for an egg to find it’s home

(no place like this)

Things like you don’t last too long

Far away I climb a hill

Make my way up a cement tower

Where bad kids in uniform

Smoke cigarettes and write curse words

You ask me to write to you

Instead I sing this song

But not loud enough to makes its way

Across an ocean or a field

You write

But not fast enough

To catch me

Before I come home