We knew the content roots of trees we knew
Were half grinning at the coughing cylinders
And while conversing with clouds we spoke up far too loud
And got swept beneath the mower blades of the paralyzed old plow
War story hellos
War story hellos
We mouthed tragic relations between
The spaces and the vowels
And we slipped under the mower blades
Of the paralyzed old plow
And I know its not your fault
But it doesn’t make much sense
To pose all your living relatives
Close with all your deceased friends but
War story hellos
War story hellos
You knew
That drawing chalk lines would only bring flowing floods
And you knew
We knew the content roots of trees we knew
Were half laughing at the sounds they heard above
And while conversing with clouds we spoke up far too loud
And got swept beneath the mower blades of the paralyzed old plow
