A tree stands in a field
The field is bordered by a road
The road leads to a house on a hill
I live there still

No house stands on that hill
Never did, never will
And where that road goes no trees grow
I live there still

When I was a child
I hid when you called my name
But then you found me and pulled me out
And hurt me just the same

I saw the open wound
I saw the blood flow out
I saw my mother turn to me
When she heard my voice call out

This wound will never heal
And nothing could matter less
Than what I think or what I feel
This wound will never heal

I hope you love me
I need you with all my soul
But what you feel and who you are
Is something I will never know

What surrounds me gives no shelter
What binds me does not hold
And the light that bathes me and warms my skin
In my eyes is always cold

That light falls through a window
See the figure that's seated there
She holds an ivory handled comb
And draws it through her hair

There is no light to see by
There is no one sitting there
But the coldness that is in my heart
Is more than I can bear

This wound will never heal
And nothing could matter less
Than what I think or what I feel
This wound will never heal

Why do you never see white dog shit any more? Or baby pigeons for that matter.