Great Escape

Outside of my window pane a spider drains some life away
Eight arms and a silk embrace, the cricket plans a great escape

Like Icarus from the sky a robin steals the spider's prize
in the robin the cricket lies, befriends the worms who haven't eyes

In exurbia
In a dream
Lost in something so serene
Beyond the city
Beyond the lights
A mere existence that some call life

Furry fury, a tempest fell upon the bird where crickets dwell
In a spatter of red - the knell; the feline bid the cricket well

Outside of my window pane the full moon rises up again
And out of the dark terrain the cricket sings an old refrain

In exurbia
In a dream
Lost in something so serene
Beyond the freeway
Beyond the hum
A life as slow as opium

Run, run, run
Run away
Run, run, run
Great escape

Fly, fly, fly
Fly away
Fly, fly, fly
Great escape