Song For Lonely Giants

no one washed behind my ears. high in the trees alone for years, practicing my solitary scales 'til they rose like balloons watching them go where they will go. face in the leaves, song in my throat. fall through the air, hoping to float. practicing my solitary scales 'til they grow heavy, too heavy to carry. watching them go where they will go. --- Song for Lonely Giants - The Mountain Goats