watching the orange clouds

go ahead and holler for help

no one's going to save you

the voices that were hired to protect

only betray you

now it seems it's all going down

and i'm just standing on

a balcony outside of town

watching the orange clouds

the kids are in their bedrooms asleep

and i don't wanna wake them

from some dreams that i hope are sweet

these days have shaken them

walking in our daydreams

needing some awakening

from the privilege of skin and the seat

at the table that's awaiting them

across the burnside bridge

there's heads getting bashed and teargas

boys too stupid to really be proud

watching the orange clouds

watching the orange clouds

and i'm trying really hard to find a way

to help to make it all better

as i struggle on how and if i should share

these stories that are so upsetting

but i'm starting to doubt my own facility

of even comprehending my place

it's too late to try for shelter

as the helicopters give it away

give it away

sure wish i could get some sleep

just didn't realize

this bottom is so damned deep

hoping one day we'll rise

and move onto some better place

we can look back on nightmares

of this endless spring

watching the orange clouds

watching the orange clouds

and i'm trying really hard to find a way

to help to make it all better

i'm trying really hard to find a way

to help to make it all better

i'm trying really hard to find a way

to help to make it all better

i'm trying really hard to find a way