The Sound

Hey, hey.
What's that sound?

Is it the wind walking by my door.
or the ghost of the young lenore.
Is it the raven quoting "nevermore"
or is it just my imagination?

Hey, hey.
What's that sound?

Is it nature speaking mysteries.
Is it my memories getting the best of me.
Is it the world running beneath my feet.
or is it just my imagination.

Hey, hey. What's that sound?
Hey, hey. It comes around.
Hey, hey. It goes around.
Hey, hey. It is my home.

I feed you to the wolves. I litter you with blood.
I tangle you in waste. I wash you down with mud.
I've reaped but never sown. I have nothing to show.
I bury you in stones & yet I call you home