[CHESHIRE PUSS]
You can kick at heaven
Or cry out to the sky
You can go below words
And still there's no reply
And no there is no reason
Some things fall away

The heavens are forever
We only stay a night
We fill our rooms with children
And then put out the light
And though there is no reason
Some things fall away

Sorrow calls with the evening
With the wind beneath your door
Shadows pause at the window
Meet their gaze
Their grief is yours

We close the book at midnight
We know it can't be true
We look again next morning
And every word is new
And no there is no reason
No one comes to stay
Sorrow calls with the evening
Trouble knocks on every door
Someone strays from the window on their way
The grief is yours