

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