Lyrics This Day - Bowerbirds

This Day

This day is no special day
This day will see no placards given
This day will see no dismembered limbs
Yet there buzzes about a distant chainsaw
Whose sound comes in and out on the timid wind
This day is a slow gesture
This day is just clearly not ready
It hopes for a year of vibrant clarity
But waits for the cues from the coming weeks
And fumbles and stares blankly
It’s not clear how this day will end
But I have put my money down
On having a clear view from this house to the heavens and back again
It’s not clear how this day will end
This day heaves like a cold engine
With a tank of old gasoline
Live your mornings on ether
And tremble with anticipation as the sun goes down