Orchard Fair

into the desert 
  weathered forever 
  desperate clouds 
  follow them out 
  seeing the future 
  cautiously answer 
  it's only the plains 
  sideways rain 

  the days whispered and shouted 
  and everything counted 
  the signs were around 
  we looked, so we found 
  been seeking a pattern 
  none of it mattered 
  watching the sky 
  cycling by 
  through windows of our past lives 

  we are seeing the same thing 
  but they are not laughing 
  the smoke from the engine 
  the bones of the plane 
  i notice this vaguely 
  but it couldn't contain me 
  and so i've been tamed 
  and so it remains 
  and i am ashamed 
  and [hiding] in the strangest pathway 

  try to remember 
  pen to the paper 
  caution: 'get out!' 
  what's it about? 
  the pictures are empty 
  voices have left me 
  it's only the plains 
  sideways rain 
  and i am ashamed 
  and i am ashamed 
  and every day is just the same