Hairstreaks

There’s a footpath at the end of time
And a suitcase that I guess is mine
And a signpost that points the way
To oblivion
And the hairstreaks are coming back
In the morning at the Norfolk hide
Are you watching for the rising tide
When it calls you, don’t you wonder how
It knows your name
And the hairstreaks are coming back
Yesterday when the pounding stopped
I felt reprieved
Then I laid on the waterbed
And I tried to breathe
I know it’s over, but I can’t believe
It really is
Can you drop me at the finish line
There’s a statement I’m supposed to sign
So the holdings gonna get transferred
To the progeny
And the hairstreaks are coming back