deep red bells

Deep Red Bells

Who led you to this hiding place 

These lightning thread-spun silver tunnels 

The red bells beckon you to ride 

A handprint on the drivers side 

It looks a lot like engine oil 

And tastes like being poor and small 

And popsicles in summer 

It always has to come this 

The red bells ring this tragic hour 

We've lost sight of the overpass 

The daylight wont remember that 

No speckled fawns raise round your bones 

Who took the time to fold your clothes 

And shook the valley of the shadow 

Where does this mean world cast its cold eye? 

Whos left to suffer long about you? 

Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag 

Past empty lots and early graves 

Of those like you who lost their way 

Murdered on the interstate 

While the red bells rang like thunder?