I saw the dawn
rape lonely
orphans,
while bats ate
butterflies,
cats killed sparrows
and hope flew
south for
the winter.
On my way
downtown,
I\'ve seen the
dead through
windows at the
drycleaners, eating
hamburgers with
starched faces
The librarians,
dry and dusty,
pray for rain,
as hippos weep,
hyenas sigh,
and hope
flies south for
the winter.
I\'ve seen the strange
hand of
circumstance
wear the jester\'s
hat.
I\'ve seen destiny
angry turn her
back, while potential
is wasted on
the railroad tracks.
Yeah, hope flew
south for the
winter.