Missing Children - Okkervil River

Kids get lost, lambs out wandering

Bigger, blacker things go following

Them into a patch of forest

Somebody once planted for this

Songs not over, phones still ringing

Eyes still rolling, eyes still clinging

Something in the air starts singing

Radio switched on and buzzing

Something in the wind starts humming

Something in the field starts hunting

Kids grow up and kids get numb

And kids it’s coming, kids it’s going to come