Your Belly In My Arms

We’d watch the shapes the rain would make Falling down the window of our bus I said they reminded me of paper ponies blowing free You said they reminded you of us Your belly in my arms Tomorrow we’ll be through these reins and gone Woke up with the driver crying “Birmingham” Looked through the glass and found the morning sky I said that cloud’s shaped like a burning man You didn’t have the heart to tell me why Your belly in my arms Tomorrow we’ll be through these clouds and gone I put my hand inside your skirt And asked if you thought that our babies life would turn out this way You said you wasn’t really sure But really you was too good to say it Your belly in my arms Tomorrow we’ll be through these reins and gone Your belly in my arms Tomorrow we’ll be through these gates and gone