I heard a sound last night
like a plea from the void
it was only crickets chirping
or a flea from the void
I like to try and convince myself
it was somewhat humanoid
last night i heard a creature from the void

a lonely hinge is squeaking
in some long abandoned shed
and up above an angel
counts the hairs upon my head
somewheres a horse is talking
and you know I don’t mean Ed
no I don’t remember anything he said

the shed’s got a hole in the floor
and the only thing that’s in it
isn’t in it anymore
so pass me over that oil can
if your heading for the door
we’ll meet again someday
of this I’m sure

somewheres an angel whispers
with a pencil on a pad
and he don’t really remember
all the good times he had
but counting hairs and wing repairs
don’t exactly make him sad
I think he looks a little like my dad

the shed’s got a hole in the floor
and the only thing that’s init
isn’t in it anymore
so pass me over that oil can
if your heading for the door
we’ll meet again someday
of this I’m sure


Copyright Hills Snyder, 2004