How We Fall

Welcome to this greying house of shattered dreams

Where every savage sunrise shows the same old scene

And one by one we are cast out

Into these streets of black steel fences and old grout

And in every storm

How we fall, how we fall, how we fall

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With the regularity of bleating sheep

We are exhorted to be grateful for our keep

But everywhere we turn they stall

Until we’re frozen with our backs against some wall

For when we ask for help,

How they talk, how they talk, how they talk

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And we weave through the miasma of these times

Running from the baying demons in our minds

And all too often then we find

A black balloon or something worse along those lines

And in the winter snows,

How we fall, how we fall, how we fall

How we fall, how we fall, how we fall

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(To Dar Williams’ song “The Beauty of the Rain”)