Kettle Drum

Grass fought through the snow.

Just like the rest,
It grew to grow.
And somewhere,
On some doorstep,
A few curious knocks,
Fill an empty house.

I left a note,
And I hope you found it,
My old friend.

(I've been wondering)
(I've been wondering)

Alone,
I headed through,
With all I ever had an all I knew.
And as I walked along,
The wind through the leaves in the tress built like a song.
And I like to sing,
So I sang along.

Banging on a kettle drum
An army's gone,
A war was won,
And we could talk for hours,
Or even not at all.

Banging on a kettle drum
An army's gone,
A war was won,
We could talk for hours,
Or even not at all.
We could talk for hours,
Or even not at all.

(I've been wondering)
(I've been wondering)
(I've been wondering)
(I've been wondering)

Once I ached for something,
Something good and whole and true,
And all my own.
Didn't I tell you,
If I could find it,
I'd leave a note?

I left a note.

Banging on a kettle drum
An army's gone,
A war was won,
And we could talk for hours,
Or even not at all.

Banging on a kettle drum
An army's gone,
A war was won,
We could talk for hours,
Or even not at all.
We could talk for hours,
Or even not at all.