Row

Tim Vesely
All the clouds get together and watch.
All the trees gather around us
And grow up together and watch.
A stream, a succession, a parade
Of fists before teeth,
Before eyes and ideas are made.
... But the eyes that are burrowed are weak.
It's the ones that can't see
Are the ones who will know I am weak.
While the fighting gets done,
Nothing gets won.
And it is my nature to fight.
Whatever I've said is a challenge,
And it must be denied.
But it's easy to see no one wins.
If someone had won, we'd have heard long ago.
No one wins.
While the fighting gets done,
Nothing ever gets won.
All in a row
We will go.
Now there's nothing more to do.
Whatever I say,
I hear it fade away.
All the clouds get together and cry.
All the trees in the wind wave good-bye.
Bye, bye. All in a row.

Tim Vesely
All the clouds get together and watch.
All the trees gather around us
And grow up together and watch.
A stream, a succession, a parade
Of fists before teeth,
Before eyes and ideas are made.
... But the eyes that are burrowed are weak.
It's the ones that can't see
Are the ones who will know I am weak.
While the fighting gets done,
Nothing gets won.
And it is my nature to fight.
Whatever I've said is a challenge,
And it must be denied.
But it's easy to see no one wins.
If someone had won, we'd have heard long ago.
No one wins.
While the fighting gets done,
Nothing ever gets won.
All in a row
We will go.
Now there's nothing more to do.
Whatever I say,
I hear it fade away.
All the clouds get together and cry.
All the trees in the wind wave good-bye.
Bye, bye. All in a row.