I knew you well, I know you best A baby mouth, denied the breast A lazy bone, an eagle eye Circling a city that's higher than the sky And it's looking
I was walking far from home Where the names were not burned along the wall Sour building, high as heaven But the door was so small, door was so small
Halfway home in the hilltop trees And all our footprints in the snow And the evening glow leaving Low night noise in the wintertime I wake beside you
Last I saw mother, she rose from a chair When they caught me I just finished combing my hair Because the rabbit will run but a colt doesn't long with
When the arrogant goddess of love Came to steal my shoes She had a white-hot pistol And a homemade heart tattoo Saying one's to give and one's to take
Godless brother in love you might as well Lay down that rose and fold the flag She is money and tabs that broken freedom in See her big children burning
Yeah, I've become a glad man singing a song About a soldier want a boot and a fallen angel Naked as a fish At night About a sad man climbed up a willow
Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out Black bare linens blowing 'round Back and forth and up and down Guess I had nowhere else to go Me and Lazarus
Mary Anne, do you remember The tree by the river when we were seventeen? Dark canyon wall, the call and the answer And the mare in the pasture pitch black
is not for everyone, good enough for me Forgotten by the garden and your phone is ringing Bet you're watching all the happy kids kiss each other clean
You returned the book unfinished about a girl with raven hair And a gentleman, her lover, who presented her a mare Which she rode across the country,
Call your boys now that the table's set and shining No one's seen any of them in many days Call your boys they shut a buzzard on a Chrysler And you
the sand When you gave me your soul for to marry Dum da dum, da da dum . . . The cicadas in tune ain?t too noisy for you But too fast, as the night eases in Like dark wine
Is there a race involved? You run and hide, you get two stars Last night two fat skinheads whistled at her But she sleeps it off A whiskey scent on her
Strength like a stone, a texture you know And sewn in your children's quilts you made Can you be meek, lowered and weak Possibly tired as to see Her
Magazines and paperbacks, the perfect rainy day Jenny's packed the car by now and probably on her way Rise and put the kettle on, this feeling calls
The postman passed me twice now, I have waited an hour Blue sky churning black now, needled rain with the power Of magnified abandon, soaking through
A fistful of roses ain?t the best thing I could do I called by the clothesline, and the fish pond Called out for you You want an urgent, bent-guitar
