5 to 4

The aligning was a ritual
 I didn't want to know
 I was half alive and half awake
 Look at this world though
 The singing of an animal
 The slick green river stones
 The welcome part of drowning
 Look at this world though
 We used to call it swimming
 Like your cousin catching squirrels
 To cook them on a fire
 And scare the city girls
 We used to call it swimming
 We don't call it anymore
 It came out just like you said
 Five to four against the poor
 So it's six of one and three of some
 And two to make a home
 Here's a limb that's close to breaking
 Which sort of feels like hope
 Then the wailing duck the hooded thrush
 The angry engine drone
 The endless meadow barbed in metal
 Look at this world though
 So we named the house a country
 And we named our bodies home
 It was everything and nothing
 Little stories that we told
 While a border blazed in heat and pain
 A fog like burning fields releaved
 Machines of human wonder
 Making rackets reel to reel
 A wheel of starbacked scatter birds like water
 Daylight to the bone and farther
 Evening suns and morning suns
 Golder brighter closer hotter
 Round about the screaming sound
 The corrugated throat
 The breath of all these sacred things
 All this is horizon
 I see you in the foregound
 We used to mourn the dying
 We mourn them even more now
 I see you getting older
 And careening through the door
 So when all of this is over
 And we call it five to four
 Yeah when all of this is over
 And we call it a war
 Look out at the world
 It was no one's
 It was yours