Stucco

everything is complicated
trying to explain it, is difficult
to do, sometimes it's like
sitting in a waiting room
beside a waiting pool
where the waters cool
wanting to stir the water
with a spoon, so the water
won't rage against you
we are sent to, don't ask
who sent you, just know
you have been sent for
a reason, a purposeful season
it's hard to hide in the valley
it's too many ally ways
a sure giveaway
so run away to another year
stay here and drown in tears
too many chairs, don't sit down there
sit over here, where you can hear
the sound of raindrops
0n the steel rooftop
when will the crying stop
when will the dying stop
trying to save the crops
man can't live on slop
it's always blood in the
water, when we hit the wall