[00:06.78]Sweet kid, what is this world we're giving you?
[00:13.62]Smoldering and fascist with no mother
[00:21.60]Are you dreaming about a crow?
[00:29.07]In the middle of November we went back into the woods
[00:35.10]Right after breakfast to see
[00:38.26]If we could see this past August's forest fire zone
[00:45.38]On the hill above the lake
[00:48.17]The sky was low and the wind cold
[00:53.21]The trail was closed
[00:55.09]At the barricade I stood listening
[01:01.57]In my backpack you were sleeping with her hat pulled low
[01:07.14]All the usual birds were gone or freezing
[01:14.09]It was all silent except the sound of one crow
[01:20.72]Following us as we wove through the cedar grove
[01:29.55]I walked and you bobbed and dozed
[01:35.57]Sweet kid, we were watched and followed and I thought of Genevieve
[01:44.55]Sweet kid, I heard you murmur in your sleep
[01:51.64]"Crow," you said, "Crow"
[01:57.38]And I asked, "Are you dreaming about a crow?"
[02:07.44]And there she was