I'm not too sure what kind of vine that it was The one that was creeping up the side of the bus A bus that sat vacant in the middle of a field Rusting and broken like somebody'd been killed There It was out past the old warehouse, off Spiderside Creek That had been flooding its banks for nearly a week A week full of storms and fresh melting snows That flowed down from upstate, from where I don't know I don't know My sister's been gone about 3 months now She didn't say where she was going or how Mother sits by the phone day in and day out While outside the grandkids toss baseballs and shout Oooh-ooh-oh They shout, shout outloud, and here's what they sing I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus's garden in the shade... I'm not too sure what kind of vine that it is The one that I'm wetting while I take me a little whiz Dark crimson flowers that are shaped like a shield And that litter the ground like somebody's been killed It was out past the old warehouse, off Spiderside Creek That had been flooding its banks for nearly a week A week full of storms and fresh melting snows That flowed down from upstate, from where I don't know |