Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
“We’ve got eyes on the wings”, the captain sighs
“We’ve got to make an emergency landing”
Stewardess buckles and grabs the cabin mic
And she sings a little lullaby
She sings, sings, sings
She sings, sings, sings
She sings a little lullaby
She sings a little lullaby
X-ray machine cursed with a needle’s eye
Spots clouds like creeping [ ]
The autoclave is lined with shiny knifes
And they sing you a little lullaby
They sing, sing, sing
They sing, sing, sing
They sing a little lullaby
They sing a little lullaby
Twelve year old boy on a ten-speed bike
Vanishes on his way home from the library
Search party gathers and dust of the flashlight
And sing themselves a lullaby
They sing, sing, sing
They sing, sing, sing
They sing a little lullaby
They sing a little lullaby
This world is full of love
It turns out it isn’t nearly enough
The agents of change we won’t recognize
We can’t stonewall, we can’t shake
Paper ghost strung across the doorway
Will still dance during the earthquake
The pastor says, “Neighbors, you must look to the sky”
Then he sings you a little lullaby