The Wooden Sky

Well, I dreamt last night you were makin' love
To a bird you swore you'd given up.
Oh, I woke up shakin'.
The wolves kept watch on the wind outside.
I kept my eyes towards the wooden sky.
Been no escaping.
I know.
And the rent we'd sworn would be enough
To bind a love that had somehow fallen short,
Oh, it was overdue.
So I held your breath, trying to get you high.
Heard your lover's song as it filled the night.
I fired two shots into the sky
And kept one for you.
The fire burned bright right above our beds,
It kept us up all night trying to make amends.
Oh, child, your call is in vain
And I'm onto you.
And I awoke to find that the time had come
To leave behind this mess that we once called home.
Well, tonight, this child of God will be forced to choose.
At the sight of the hands of the working man,
Outside my window,
And a voice in my head spoke
Of making plans,
So clear and simple.