Mr. Mastodon Farm

Birds fall from the window ledge above mine Then they flap their wings at the last second You see, birds fall from the window ledge above mine Then they flap their wings at the last second I can see their dead weight Just dropping like stones Or small loaves of bread Past my window all the time But unless I get up Walk across the room And peer down below I don't see their last-second curves Toward a horizontal flight All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones Now due to a construct in my mind That makes their falling and their flight Symbolic of my entire existence It becomes important for me To get up and see Their last-second curves toward flight It's almost as if my life would fall Unless I see their ascent Mr. Mastodon Farm Mr. Mastodon Farm Cuts swatches out of all material Mr. Mastodon Farm Mr. Mastodon Farm Cuts swatches out of all material