When Whenever Paul thinks of rain swallows fall in a wave and tap on his windows with their beaks
And when Paul thinks of snow soft winds blow 'round his head and the phone rings just once late at night like a bird calling out, "Wake up, Paul. Don't be scared, don't believe you're all alone."
"Wake up, Paul," whisper clouds rolling by and the seeds
falling from the branches and they're out from the branches and they're falling from the branches of the trees
out from the branches falling from the branches and they're falling from the branches of the trees