Windjammer Lyrics

Summer bells at the crossroad
Charcoal smells in the air
Children scuttle with their claws stretched
Empty pockets, cluttered mouths

Restless limbs of an ash tree
Swatting every crabapple aimed for the street
Where a scrawny traffic dodger springs
Darting nimbly, dropping leaks

Cinder crackles from the rock bed
As splinters burrow in a hasty step
Coupled drudges in the shade of a pine
Heaving mallets at railroad ties

A search at dusk for a shoestring
Or a finger poking out
Cautious whispers from a vantage
In the witch's battered hedge

Sterile comfort in the wood fort
Earth and scarlet painted joints
Linen spirits in the closet door
Imagined trappings of a boy

Eyes wide, night light on
Blinds and curtains drawn

It's a thieves' dream