Your 8th Birthday

Who could hang a dead man's swing-set from the moon yeah

You did

Then you gave it

To the ghosts and

The witches

Who can say goodbye with a yodel-ay-hee-hoo yeah

You did

With the promise

That the dead are now magicians

This hymn rings with the singing of three cheers

For the king of the jungle gym

He's the kid who swore it is a one handshake

A birthday cake imitation

You make traffic jams feel like parades

You bury the dead with the faith

That makes lightning bugs swarm

As if it was graduation

Who could change your silly life into a screaming supernova?

You do

Who could change my sleepy brain into the eye of a hurricane?