Don't Know What to Do

Today the shade of fall is

holding green

And all the leaves,

they won't leave the trees

Can I find the room in

my soul to grieve

When the worst of fears is

coming true?

I

don't know what to do

Then a winter purge is smiting

lies

A storm of chaos raging as

resistance dies Your door is closed

while you hide inside When the

worst of fears is coming true

You

don't know what to do

Did the passenger pigeon live in

different times?

Why have pride and honor been

bludgeoned by clout?

Were there better words and kinder

rhymes? Even the pink evening sky

is bleeding out

For next the rains of spring

will grow obese

With the stench from many

flooding creeks And hey,

won't they miss the buzz of

bees When the worst of fears

is coming true?

Ooh, they

don't know what to do

And now the summer air's a

soup to be chewed

And almost anything is tough to

do

And the last of bats,

they look confused

Ooh, when the worst of fears

is coming true We

know not what we do

Ooh, know not what we do

Ooh,

know not what we do