When in Doubt, Spin

Box of Rain

Now somewhere between the plastic dog ear flaps of the kitchen screen door
Rests a little gypsy moth, it got burned out from the war
It was a big one, the war that is, it was a Sunday afternoon
The gypsy was held prisoner by the screen door from the moon

Now somewhere between the dog food and the moth in the kitchen screen door
I fell in love with the gypsy, so I signed up for the war
It was a big one, the moth that is, she was the size of a baby raccoon
I pulled down the plastic prison walls and we danced in the light of the moon

Well she knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
She knows nothing at all about life
Yeah, she knows everything about living

She dipped and swirled and dove and twirled
And danced in celebration
We won the war of the kitchen screen door
And the gypsy’s liberation

It was a big one, the victory, and the sun gave way to the moon
Well we got drunk and she thanked me, and then we drank all afternoon

Now somewhere between the back porch and the yellowed light of the moon
which widow even wanders on a Sunday night in June
It was a big one, the spider that is, and she never even batted an eye
The gypsy flew into her web and uhh…

You know, sometimes it might be difficult to walk the street blind when you’re half in the bag and three sheets to the wind so to speak… but to fly?

Well she knows nothing at all about life
Now she knows everything about living
She knows nothing at all about life
Yeah, she knows everything about living