| Song | The Raven |
| Artist | Jeff Bridges |
| Album | Sleeping Tapes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The Raven sways in the wind at the very top of the pine. | |
| A lone black pennant. An incense signalling to those who watch that a storm imminent. | |
| The weak and bow aisle the saplings fold and snap. | |
| We close the barn doors and soothe the stalled horses with whispers in hands. | |
| A crack of thunder sends a shutter through them. Passes into us. | |
| We stand together. Grounded. All legs trembling. |