Jim Clements

After The Flood
(J. Clements)

And, after the flood, I woke to the wind,
I emptied my room, I packed all my things,
And I left without closing the door.
I walked through from my house, watching my feet,
As they splashed in the puddles still filling the streets,
And I smiled and I didn't look back.

And morning comes now. The water's shallow.
And colours are filling the sky.

I walked through the streets full of broken glass,
The larks built a nest in the hole in my hat,
And the ants made homes in my shoes.
My legs felt like stone and looked like stilts.
My teeth crunched like I'd eaten a mouthful of sand.
Maybe from savage lands; maybe from an English beach.

And morning comes now. The water's shallow.
And colours are filling the sky.

I remember paddling. I wish you did too.
I'm sorry that you fell, but I suppose that's the way it goes.

On the outskirts of town, I found an empty house,
I slowly walked in, sat on the couch,
And I cried at a couple dancing on the TV.

Jim Clements - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Nathan Lawr - Drums
Steve Payne - Bass
Neil Leyton - Electric Guitar
Kevin Quain - Organ