the thunder claps and for some reason it holds true
that there’s something if not nothing on the dark side of the moon
the clouds cover the stars
yeah, they’re falling like rain
drenching the coast to coast
living and breathing
and feeling the most

and there is something about the darkness of the nighttime
that makes me drift into the dawn like birds just soaring on
and the china breaks like the glass it is and helps me
to wake up from counting sheep and tripping, holy
forget about the times you held like water, lord
and be a wild and distant soul
on the corner of the street where you’d been sleeping
I am only what you heard

and like the only thing that matters is
what person makes you
a little closer to the fallen leaves