Cloudbusting

I still dream of algernon.I wake up crying.You’re making rain,And you’re just in reach,When you and sleep escape me.You’re like my yo-yoThat glowed in the dark.What made it specialMade it dangerous,So I bury itAnd forget.But every time it rains,You’re here in my head,Like the sun coming out–Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.And I don’t know when,But just saying it could even make it happen.On top of the world,Looking over the edge,You could see them coming.You looked too smallIn their big, black car,To be a threat to the men in power.I hid my yo-yoIn the garden.I can’t hide youFrom the government.Oh, god, daddy–I won’t forget,’cause every time it rains,You’re here in my head,Like the sun coming out–Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.And I don’t know when,But just saying it could even make it happen.The sun’s coming out.Your son’s coming out.

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