Feeding the Birds and Hoping for Something in Return

He sees streets Waiting for him to decide Forcing directions on the air, insisting And he wants to move it up And he wants to move across Anything, just anything In a city that rumbles like an impatient child He hears everything And I know the sound of panic And I know emergency and I know I've planned it like a battle But when I'm done shaking I'll be simple He hears trees Talking about the wind or something And he can't remember waking up So he refuses to believe that he ever was asleep And he's exhausted He sits under a tree Feeding the birds and hoping for something in return And I hate the silence in here It's all emergency and I know I've planned it like a battle But when I'm done shaking I'll be simple And he sees the buildings waiting He sees them tired and leaning on each other And all the words I had escaped And all the things I saw lost shape And I'm forgetting everything faster than I can remember what I'm missing And I'm missing everything And I know I've planned it like a battle But when I'm done shaking I'll be: --- Feeding the Birds and Hoping for Something in Return - Something for Kate