Strange Times

Birds are flying backwards
I’m weaving a cocoon
I lost my legs in battle
I hope they grow back soon
Strange times
Strange times
An odd aircraft landed
And green men stumbled out
They spoke of distant planets
I could not scream or shout
Strange times
Strange times

I asked you to a party
Of course you did decline
All dressed in owl feathers
And a big black bolo tie
Strange times
Strange times

If not for midnight secrets
And the bitter taste of tea
My flesh would turn to shadow
And my spirit it would flee
Strange times
Strange times