Cloud cover comin in
Purple, green and grey
The turmoil of a wetter wind
Gives an excuse to stay
The animals find shelter in
The hollow from the hound
And similar I hunker down
Everything occurs
When thunder sounds
I look around I look around
It don't matter what I've found
Now I can see the roots
The dirt has gone away
It's less the earth shrinking back
It just moves from place to place
And sometimes
When I'm filled with doubt
Loneliness abounds
I probably just wandered off
Part of me is sprawled
Upon the ground
I look around I look around
It don't matter what I found
But I've been folded up
For a long time
An ant upon a string
Might make it fine
I've been all holed up
In the meantime
It might not take a thing
Might make it fine
I walk backwards in the snow
With my eyes along the ground
It's easy to deceive the brain
The body has it all so figured out
I look around I look around
It don't matter what I've found