When it rains I pick up worms to save them from the crushing soles of human shoes
An orchestra of thank yous
When it rains I wear my boots so I can dance in grays and blues beneath a velvet moon
The perfect way to die
Excuse the noise
The man upstairs, he makes the rules
And knows they aren't fair
I'll maintain my calm facade and all the while my spinning thoughts get caught beneath your smile
A man like you is stunted
To raise a child requires every fiber to be patient and attentive without question
So immature and comfortable when others are in pain
As long as you can somehow shift the blame
Lightning and thunder
Where's my wormcatcher
I only get older
But you stay the same
Inside where the right fighter stands in the ring to his right hiding under his mother
Nobody's winning, he is boxing his daughter
I want a wormcatcher, but I can pretend
I think that I'm wiser, you'll stay as my friend
When autumn is gone
And I'm getting tired
I'll think of this song
And pray you exist