The scarecrow still wore a locket
From a time when words still came out
When promises were made
She stood perfectly still
Still straw
Stuffed with lost prizes and time
Scaring off the crows and men in her mind
She felt the wind whip through that nothing at all
All her nothing at all
She felt the wind whip through that nothing at all
All her nothing at all
She named the eagles
Named the eagles up high
In her world there was calm
An overlooked place she'd been protecting
No longer remembering why
Her stillness could startle
Folks just as hollow or more
Afraid they'd end up the same
So still
She felt the wind whip through that nothing at all
All her nothing at all
She felt the wind whip through that nothing at all
All her nothing at all
And there was
Nothing much worth keeping
No one left to fool or blame
She still named the eagles up high