Spring Cleaning

Amy's got a baby in her stomach

She took my hand I felt it kick

So she's crying an glowing

She's 3 months and showing

Seeing her now makes me want to live

But her man's got an angry mouth

He once told me to rot in hell

He's poisonous, reasonless

Demons and Jesus

If he died it'd be just as well

So I'm having it out with the rain

It argues so long and so loud

It keeps tapping and talking

We're walking forever on 1st Avenue headed South

And all the traffic lights blur

Into a bright bouquet

My heart is in mothballs

It's been packed away

And I can't get to it no way

Until the Birds return for spring cleaning

All the traffic lights blur into a bright bouquet

I wish I could just turn and walk away

But I can't do it no way

Until the birds return for spring cleaning