Homeostasis is the place I want to be after the death of my old fig tree All the pieces in their place no wrong chords It is a thing of beauty I have been searching for since I was three Fine beers and the winter is coming No one’s eyes watching Finding its own balance like my dream girl’s glance Crickets sang in perfect harmony before a cold wind adjusted my memory Homeostasis is the place I want to be where I can be free The wind is just right for the monarch’s flight
