The giant of Illinois
Died from a blister on his toe
After the walking all day
Through the first winter's snow

Throwing bits of stale bread
To the last speckled doves
He never even felt
His shoe full of blood

Delirious with pain
His bedroom walls began to glow
And he felt himself soaring up
Through falling snow

And the sky was a woman's arms
The sky was a woman's arms

A boy with a club foot
Had sat next to him in school
Once upon a summer's day
They went wandering through the woods

They spotted a sleeping swan
On the banks of a muddy stream
And they stormed it with rocks
Till it collapsed in the reeds

They lay out on a green lawn
Full of chocolate and lemonade
But under the blue bowl
The giant was afraid

'Cause the sky was a woman's arms
The sky was a woman's arms