The High Llamas
Didball
Fearing the worst like never before
Clings to a coffee, hogs the door
Helpless wayside, locked-in gaze
Doubting tutors count the days

Back in the prefab, nobody hopes
Stamping up endless envelopes
With some talk and with some name
Spread confusion once again

So in return the hush on the floor
Tinkered with these ideas before
In the end and duty-bound
Something somewhere will be found