Amy's got a baby in her stomach She took my hand, I felt it kick So she's crying and glowing She's 3 months and showing Seeing her now makes me want to live
But her man's got an angry mouth He once told me to rot in hell He's poisonous, reasonless Demons and Jesus If he died it'd be just as well
So I'm having it out with the rain It argues so long and so loud It keeps tapping and talking We're walking forever on First Avenue headed south
And all the traffic lights blur Into a bright bouquet My heart is in mothballs It's been packed away And I can't get to it no way Until the birds return for spring cleaning
All the traffic lights blur into a bright bouquet I wish I could just turn and walk away But I can't do it no way Until the birds return for spring cleaning