I was in the backyard hanging up the laundry

When you ran out from the kitchen and pulled me back inside

Something in your voice, I could tell you were in trouble

But I couldn't put my finger on how or why

Who could ever blame you, wanting what you wanted

Just a little bit of comfort and a pretty place to hide

Who could ever blame us children for believing you

That anything could happen if we'd only close our eyes

Now you're pacing like a panther bloodless in a cage

You are a dancer of the hunt without the memory of a kill

I'll be in the backyard, call me if you want me

I'll be waiting with my eyes closed

Sitting very still