Thursday - Where the Circle Ends lyrics

Mountain ranges morning red bathed ridges
Stab up at the trembling blue horizon
Grey slides lazily off rooftops
Lands on the incandescent ground and dies
A flock of little men touch down on
The thin surface of the porch light
Dawns foot soldiers return
To match twilight across our faces
Skylights ignite and explode
Scattering shards of April around the room
No one even lives here
We're too busy crashing our cars every
Morning at the same house
Paving the same roads unwilling to walk them
And even when we extend ourselves
It's only to be included
In a moment that stands still
So often we don't struggle
To improve conditions
We struggle for the right to
Say "we improved conditions"
And so often we form communities
Only to use them as exclusionary devices
We forget that somewhere a man
Is beside himself with grief
We forget that somewhere people are
Calling out for teachers
And no one is answering
Somewhere a man stands, walks
Across the room, and breaks his nose
Against the door and somewhere these people
Are keeping records and writing a book
For now we can call it "The
Book About the Basic Flaw"
Or "The Book About the Letter "A"
Or Any Title That a Book About a Man
That No One Cares About Might Have
And as we turn the pages we
Call out the sounds of nothing
The sounds of a vanishing alphabet
Standing here waiting