Okkervil River - Missing Children

Kids get lost
Lambs out wandering
Bigger, blacker, things go following
Then into a patch of forest
Somebody once planted for this
Songs not over, phone's still ringing
Eyes still rolling, eyes still clinging,
Something in the air starts singing.

Radio's switched on and buzzing,
Something in the wind starts humming.
Something in the field starts haunting,
Kids grow up and kids get numb and
Kids it's coming, kid's it's going to come.