For when the owl hoots at you, it's foot gets cut loose and you again hit 'snooze'

And lose one more tooth and the entire roof's removed

And this all ill-behooves you to come back with an equal evil on them to ensue

Yea when the ice moves it cuts deep grooves

You retire your snow shoes and drink your igloo

And come to confused asleep in the caboose

As your will refuses to interpret the train whistle as an owl hoot

When the owl hoots

How do you interpret the train whistle as the winter moves and wraps its icy noose around you

Many eons beyond being long gone

So when the sky moves past you

You turn a recluse and away from the city seclude

And sleep through thirteen moons, and the owl will fly home soon

As this all really proves to you that the sound of the train whistle drones like the owl's hoots

When the owl hoots

How do you interpret the train whistle as a winter moose foraging further towards human refuges

And how do you envision the future being as the sea slowly eats land and spits everything back as sand

Many eons beyond being long gone