| 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 | 
| For 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 will 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. | 
| Birds fall from the window ledge above mine. | 
| Then they flap their wings at the last second. | 
| I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine. | 
| Then they flap their wings at the last second. | 
| But unless I get up, | 
| Walk across the room | 
| And peer down below, | 
| I won’t see their last second curves | 
| Toward a, 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 like my life will fall, | 
| My life will 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. | 
| Mr. Mastodon Farm, | 
| Mr. Mastodon farm, | 
| Cuts swatches out of all material. |