I still dream of Organon; I wake up crying.
You’re making rain
and you’re just in reach
When you and sleep escape me.
You’re like my yo-yo that glowed in the dark.
What made it special
made it dangerous?
So I bury it and forget.
But everytime it rains
You’re here in my head like the sun coming out —
Oh
I just know that something good is going to happen;
I don’t know when but just saying it could even make it happen.
On top of the world
looking over the edge
you could see them coming.
You looked too small in their big black car
To be a threat to the men in power.
I hid my yo-yo in the garden
I can’t hide you from the government.
Oh God
daddy
I won’t forget.
‘Cause everytime it rains
. . .
And everytime it rains
. ..
Just saying it could even make it happen.
Your son’s coming out — your son’s coming out.