Baby
April March
4:04Hear the world The world is blue Color shot through and through Hear the birds ring around They make the color sound Singing out a mystery without home or history while they fly down the sky confessing it on high Over every country, over every highway, over every Compton and every sea Daddy died when I was a child How could I know a mercy mild? But Mama tried She told me when I cried to sail it like a victory Ready-about, hard-a-lee Tear drops would hollow me out a tunnel leading to another country, down another highway, through another Compton, into a sea of smiling faces ,rolling hips, embraces, everybody dancing, confessing blues Another country, another highway, another Compton, another sea of smiling faces nobody waiting everybody dancing into the blue