Amy's got a baby in her stomach   She took my hand, I felt it kick   So she's crying and glowing   She's three 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