Out, Out
Like before, like before
A hardworking farmer boy
His buzzsaw snarled
And rattled in the yard
Breeze drew across him
The day was all but gone
Long gone
Snarled on, rattled on
Desert life in vermond
A foggy shed silouet
Whitin a lady in red
Calls his name
Then the saw responded
Took the hand to drain, rain
Roaring sounds from the sound
Want to know what it's all about
Doctor help him please
He and the hand must feel so bleak
This red painted sky
No more dawn, no more tears to cry
Just a few prayers, and they turned
Back, to their affairs
Copyright (c) 2007 Zwaardvis / Talpa Publishing
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