Spring Cleaning

Amy's got a baby in her stomach She took my hand, I felt it kick So she's crying and glowing She's three months and showing Seeing her now makes me want to live But her man's got an angry mouth He once told me to rot in hell He's poisonous, reasonless Demons and Jesus If he died, it'd be just as well So I'm having it out with the rain It argues so long and so loud It keeps tapping and talking We're walking forever on First Avenue headed south And all the traffic lights blur Into a bright bouquet My heart is in mothballs It's been packed away And I can't get to it no way Until the birds return for spring cleaning All the traffic lights blur into a bright bouquet I wish I could just turn and walk away But I can't do it no way Until the birds return for spring cleaning