I walked out the door
pushed up and out the floor
the sky still looks the same
but i just don't think the world works anymore
i can't hear
quite like i used to
i just can't see
as much as i need to
and i just don't think
the world works anymore

everywhere around me
the leaves fall from the trees
mothers, their knees
waiting
such a long time

but the spring
does not bring
like it used to bring the buds
the birds don't cross the floods
and mother's boy wont come back
because
the world isn't working anymore

the ground, still stable
the horses with a d
though, not a mother or a tree
will pull themselves back together
like they do
when the clouds clear
this year