Mimas

One day they will shake this trunk
And all the fruit will fall from the tree
And we will eat for free

It’s the chaos of God’s will
Take a trip to Omaha
Driving slowly in the snow
Crossing state lines after dark

My family’s kept that house for years
It’s the chaos of God’s will
That I'm still living here

One day and a woman will walk
Straight through the farmhouse door
Tell me why this art is for free for all

Drive out west leave the chestnut tree
Find a place where we can live
Fall in love in our giant Mimas home

People turn into other things