Feeling like their storm fell down hard
Tell me what you want now before the sun shines away
Buried in that crowd feeling gone
Leaving like a reason while that old standard plays
The martyr braiding time like the rug maker
Counting all her fingers, she said, "Living's for the weary"
While the model braids her hair kissing God
Another white horse before her fabled body's tarnished
The wild ones they're creeping
Alone you'll be dreaming
Like a ship out at bay
Turning like a promise made
McQueen went out yesterday alone
Firing off that rifle & I don't think he's returning
Of restless nights in one night cheap hotels
The muttering retreats on that sawdust ground in St. Louis
Where Lazarus lays dead on the stone
Six words for the paper, "Don't wake me when I'm gone"
After all the clothes trail the floor
The sunsets & the dooryards & that pigeon in your chimney
The lion & the keeper
The sweetheart & the vixen
In that corner of your past
What a short dance we had
Heavier than iron the curtain fell
Knocking on the screen, it's under them soles you've been beaten
Her beige lips parting slow, cold as diamonds
Your heavy metal mind you're turning down if she'll have you
Eliot walking down into the parlor
A thousand miles from God & we were dreaming of Manhattan
Falling in the bindweed like a calm rain
Under the silver moon with one hand in the ether
The turnpike in the morning
Empty as the hollow
The shaman & the band
I'll see you when the victory's had