No birds today   Just this square patch of gray   Molting sky moving in on it's morning prey      No words today   No one knocking at the gate   I lost my name long before I lost my way      I wonder what he thinks out there   Pastures turn from black to green and black again   The sun it carves a well worn path   From here to there and the next day back      No birds today   Just this dull sky of gray   Winter's quickly moving in on it's skulking prey      No dust today   No clouds rising from my driveway   No hope drifting slowly my way      I wonder what he thinks in there   Pastures turn from black to green and black again   The sun it carves a well worn path   From here to there and the next day back      Cold bars of steel   I'm beginning to dig the feel   Of all that disappears into....ethereal      Cold words of hate   Now I'm seeing how things break   Much too late now to cure my mistakes      I wonder what he thinks in there   Pastures turn from black to green and black again   The sun it carves a well worn path   From here to there and the next day back      No birds today   Just this barren stretch of gray   Just this barren stretch of gray