so i sighed a sigh of regrief
my home isn’t my home anymore
i would sit watching the seasons change
i would travel away and find the floor
where my home was and still is
only without my feet upon the old foundation
no more chaos in the building’s bones
just an old building with a weak back
twenty years trampled through time
just to feel excitement and keep it well
she had a song played to her before i left
it wasn’t a hard night, long night neither
her grown two sons sat singing to her
and she cried when they sang about her
and so she gave us each a piece to keep
deciding it’s best to stay home
and let the midnight catching dreamers
drive away beneath the sun
so that she could live inside them
and the oak trees could dream forever