In Words

If we were all born

With a pylon between our eyes

Would we notice the grass?

Through metal bars and siren cries?

I'm running on highways

And dust

But I've never been home

Well I know I must

I am the mouth

That bit the hand that gave me life

Then I'll kiss a chord

Suck from melody, my fertile wife

Cause I'm having some trouble

Thinking straight

To put it in words

I hate to put it in words

To yearn for the lark

A fickle wish, a fleeting wing

But she won't be caught

Tethered down and forced to sing

Cause I'm having some trouble

Seeing clear

And I'll never get home

I fear

And I must be left

For a little while to walk my road

The ways back are shut now

And I'll be left to tread alone

I want to go home