Gerald Ewald was an ordinary man capable of great feats of cowardice. And as he lay twisting in the wreck of his own hand, his ordinary nature was transformed into the beauty of a young girl growing in the bosom of his once and lovely wife.

I remember city blocks and city school yards.
My feet up on the desk as he explained away combustion and the isotope that forms the distant galaxies what I was facing and what he had overcome.
I saw him as a young man.
Easy meat for run and ruin with his hair slicked back and glasses that would hide until the red and angry tears pushed his face into the white sleeves of a chemist that was crying.

ooh hoo whee
The siren sings a mournful song tonight.

I'm dreaming of a warm and sunny Saturday morning. The day is dry and the sky a million miles wide.
I shook a sandy catcher's mitt against my favorite jeans and drew a path across the field to one solitary light.
Someone painted night inside a room that was only meant for laughing.

I walked down halls of science burning with a question for the teacher.
I assumed that he'd be listening but instead I caught him sitting with an overhead projector and a pan of oily water.
There was no hesitation only elbows on the table.
Mister Ewald without glasses halfway lost inside the circles upon circles, on the water, on the wall.

I put down my nitroglycerine and joined him at the table 'til my youth and curiosity dissolved into the water.
I stared into those circles 'til the room and the walls and every single straight line I imagined, overtook me.
My little world was melting.

ooh hoo whee....
The songbird sings a strange and lovely song tonight.

I was sitting next to Rita. I was tripping on her perfume and her other institutions. I thought I caught a glimpse of an old friend with a steely disposition and a stoic face that only lives on Indians and deputies. It was clear to me that someone had been wronged.
I looked for just a moment, just in case I might have missed a look of recognition, but my mind was still on Rita, and I shrugged and saw the sleeping dog did lie.

In time I grew to learn that in the course of normal living there can be a visitation, or the rumor of an illness but the world is full of stories and I'm hollowed by the story that I heard.

Well it seems a local teacher was despondent over learning he was cancerous and didn't want to fight. He turned the motor over with the keys of his undoing, closed his eyes, and headed for the night.

ooh hoo whee...
The brakeman sings a tragic song tonight.

Gerald Ewald was an ordinary man capable of great feats of bravery.
And as he lay twisted in the wreck of his own hand his ordinary nature was transformed into the beauty of a young girl growing in the bosom of his once and lovely wife.