[ Featuring the Fratney Street Band ]
I can't begin to count the ways that you've been counting down
I can't begin to spin a story from the suffering
I trim the taper of another day
I bend the time that's in my way
To the leash I bind the beast
Still I'm running for his teeth
The eagle in the old oak tree hasn't ever had any song for me
The memory of melody is scarce
The riverbend's been promising again what it never will be nor has been
The moonlight's only daylight in pretend
This time I'm calling off the clock
Is maybe now or maybe not
It's may we catch a shred of sin
An open gate we'll hunger in
Beholden tropes keep traipsing through
But what else do you want to do?
The eagle in the old oak tree hasn't ever shared her song with me
The memory of melody is scarce
Cut it down, we'll burn it up
It's not enough but it's enough for us
To disinherit any from its where
You look at her, I eye your friend
So the old book wrote, it's continuing
The trouble comes when sultry slips
Beyond the realm of fingertips
But who's to blame a moral breach
If you confess you may well preach
The tempest in that old oak tree has been calling my name deliberately
The memory of melody is scarce
Birds that wing have flown from here
The sky's the same it's only us they fear
It's every each and only disappeared
