
where is your little son lost, John
bruised in the rain with his overalls torn
with one shoe off, one shoe on
tears, John; tears, John
This took me entirely too long to make for the crap that it is.
You’re drowning in the grief of Jupiter’s water
Let me open my teeth and cradle you there
There’s a bed for the boy and a rope for the father
Both orphaned by Heaven where no child is spared

