Cheyenne, Wyoming - Joshua James

Cheyenne, Wyoming

the night that the baby was born

the mud from the backyard

now stained our living room floor

«We'll need 24 hours,»

the policeman explained,

«these sort of things happen;

he’s probably ok»

so I sat in your room

but you couldn’t see me at all

Now one turned to three;

and on the fifth day a newsman came by

they plastered your picture

all over the news, Channel Nine

now mother found god

and father went bad

neither could help it

it’s all that they had

so I sat in your room

but brother, you couldn’t see me at all

The call came quite early

from a man about 30 miles south

and driving to find you,

I felt both of my lungs giving out

they said that they found you

with your arms in a T

when I finally looked

you were staring at me

you had so much to tell

but I couldn’t hear you at all

no I couldn’t hear you at all