Four-Years Old Video (MV)

Come to the bird park with me
I'll show you something you've never seen
I'm four-years old, and my boots are dry
And my stick is a bird-detector
Look at dad's fresh coffee grounds
There are bugs! There are bugs! Small and brown
I'd better pour it all around
I'd better hold it upside down
I'm four-years old, and I'm starting to wonder
Why the sky is made of clouds and thunder
If electricity in the ceiling fan
Is the same as the sunlight on my hand
A funnel cloud on a sick-colored morning
The radio announced a tomato warning
A sky that warmed us yesterday
Now gives us cause to run away
Icy streets in the lifeless cold
"Mom, who puts cables on telephone poles?"
Popsicles at the grocery store
"Dad, why do people fight in wars?"
I'm four-years old, and I don't know
Why some things die while other things grow
Sometimes there's peace, sometimes aggression
Mom says, "Sometimes answers are less important than questions"
Dad says culture and civilization
Spring like Adam from my imagination
But unlike the Creator in those olden days
I won't blame my creatures for my mistakes
Mom hopes I'll live meaningfully
With Man's discoveries passed down to me
For now I'll think and I'll labor
To turn some Legos into an elevator
I'm four-years old and I can see
That every day has a mystery
Though evil exists, it's nothing to me
I don't take such nonsense seriously
I'm four-years old, and there's no way
That I can live one more day
Without knowing everything
About this silly world we all got stuck in