I hear the sound of sirens laughing at my window

I smell the rain of midnight searching for a place to go

I feel my body all contorted looking for comfort in angular places

I see angels tellin' me to quit my second guessing

And when I walked outside today I looked out and I could see the sky

And I put my hand up mama, to hold it up for you

How come the clouds came by, how come the clouds go by yet it remains so blue

In the back of my mind, I still cradle every thought of you

There's a thousand little worlds

From the streets of New York City

To the highways and the half-moon hills

There's a thousand little words

I could string 'em all together

But it wouldn't make sense of the same strangeness of it all

My mother of the mountains wears her heart out on her sleeve

She has trouble explaining the day-to-day happenings

The struggle comes and goes, it goes and comes yet it remains so new

In every stumbling conversation, every half-evoked thought

I am a mess with you

There's a thousand little worlds

From the look of a lover

To the softness in a stranger's eyes

There's a thousand little words

I could string 'em all together

But it wouldn't make sense of the same strangeness of it all