Good Morning Wadlow

[Verse 1]
Good morning to the bicycle
As it's chained to the old iron rail
Good morning to the [?]
In their tiny brown rooms
Good morning to the brother
Who has never lost his thread
Good morning, Wadlow
Weird land you never left

[Verse 2]
Good morning to the fingers
As they run up and down your spine
Good morning to the red door
Across from the old canal
And it's raining again
It's been raining for days
Good morning, Wadlow
We're glad you came

[Verse 3]
Good morning Wadlow
I'm too tall to talk
Good morning to the black birds
And the loose confederation of wings
Good morning to the sidewalk
It's been too long, too long
Good morning Wadlow
We're glad you're around