Creation

And then the child becomes the warrior And you're the worrier, so worry over this What's the thing that has you reaching out to grip it Like a phantom limb? And to the action comes a character And he reveals a wish to see himself in ink So you take a pen, you write a list Called all the stages that the world begins And then the years relay the seasons You fill the sky, you give him means to lift his chin And then the tides relay the oceans You give him reason for believing That he's in some creation To make him grow, you give him barriers To make him grow, you give him barriers to fell Now he wants to know if there's a narrator You dry the riverbed, and so he builds a well And when the woman comes, he marries her And then the woman is another to himself Now she wants to know if there's a narrator She wants to know if there's a narrative to tell And then the years relay the seasons You fill the sky, you give them means to lift their chins And then the tides relay the oceans You give them reason for believing And then the years relay the seasons You fill the sky, you give her means to lift her chin And then the tides relay the oceans You give her reason for believing That she's in some creation