Breathe

Don't you want the whereabouts of the stray dogs late at night?

I know you'd cook 'em up a dinner that would make them sleep alright

Stop along the street and see the horses standing there

They're the bakery's half dozen made with sage and dust of the desert air

Stacking up the quarters, the greased creases in our clothes

There's sugar on the pavement where the watermelons grow

The seeds'll please the stream, the cows might lap up in the sun

The arsenic and cyanide might taste the same as a sugar gum

That's the way it's been, that's the way it always goes

Stock the cupboards out for winter, we got months 'til new things start to grow

And breathe in the cold, scattered home

Oh, you're not alone

Sew the blue jean jackets with a string of rainbow silk

Maybe buckwheat or it's rattlesnake that hides beneath the milky silt

Toss the antique microscopes and say your days goodbye

Look a little closer where there's more to this than meets the eye

That's the way it's been, that's the way it always goes

Stock up on the timber, feed the pine nuts to the passing crows

And breathe in the cold, scattered home

Oh, you're not alone

And breathe in the cold, scattered home

Oh, you're not alone