The Bag That The Cat Jumped Out Of

Rustling, rustling

No longer full

Tumbling, tumbling

Where will I go?

Down a river and into the sea?

Is this where you’ll meet me?

Rustling, rustling

Everything’s cold

Tumbling, tumbling

This isn’t home

Down a hill and up a tree

Is this where you’ll meet me?

Rustling, rustling 

Without reason

They say it’s all a season

Tumbling, tumbling

Down, down, down

Times like these, I wish I could drown.

But if I drowned, I wouldn’t be able to see your smile.

And you’d never come to my house like you promised.

So I’ll stay here

Torn and punctured.

And wait for you to come home.

Rustling, rustling

Tumbling, tumbling

Please come back for me.