Timber

It’s like a tree is falling

Inside me every morning

Without warning

Timber

Late December calling

Inside a tree is falling

And all the world is turning

Beyond my gate

Since you left

Breath is shallow and I’m sleeping late

I hear my father calling

A tree is falling

Oh don’t you know

Little laddie-o

Breathing is the only way to breathe

Oh baby lamb don’t you know

How your garden grows

Sun and rain and scores of fallen trees

And did you cause this fissure

That yawns away within me

Or did I bid you

Tumble backwards into blackness with me

I hear my father calling

Inside a tree is falling

No more your oily pedants

Those unholy relics

Ironic spectacles

Designer psychedelics

In fact my heart is glowing

Is this a seedling growing

Is this a seedling growing

As I approach all-knowing

I drink ’til Monday and its timber

How does a fella lose a number

Oh don’t you know

Little laddie-o

Breathing is the only way to breathe

Oh baby lamb don’t you know

How your garden grows

Sun and rain and scores of fallen trees