Headsoak - Andrew Bird

I was walking

With my feet

A disposition

Fell over me

The armory wall was bleeding

The restless child was reading

I was swimming

Could hardly stand

The swimming hour was at hand

The fishes they were feeding

The lambs they were bleating

I walk slowly

When I walk away from you

I’m feeling bad

I’m looking bad

I feel and look so bad

Some might say

Yours truly is soaking his head

There’s apprehension

And inhibition

All contributions

To my attrition

And it happened long ago

These things these things

That make me walk so darn slow