Giant of Illinois - Andrew Bird

The Giant of Illinois

Died of a blister on his toe

After walking all day

Through the first winters' snow

Throwing bits of stale bread

to the last speckled doves

He never even felt,

his shoes fill with blood

Delirious with pain,

his bedroom walls began to glow

And he felt himself floating

up through falling snow

And the sky was a woman’s arms

And the sky was a woman’s arms

A boy with a clubbed foot

sat next to him at school

Once upon a summer’s day

they went walking through the woods

They spotted a sleeping swan

On the banks of a muddy stream

They stoned it with rocks

till it collapsed in the reeds

They laid out on the grass

full of chocolate and lemonade

And underneath it all

the Giant was afraid

And the sky was a woman’s arms

Oh, the sky was a woman’s arms

And the sky was a woman’s arms.