The bruise on my knee is almost gone Honey's flown to Madison Phyllis starts a watercolour Gutters flood a spread umbrella The burner's up The flame is high The water's gone The pot is dry But there's a basement full of wine And nights to remember Of a slow talk had up a sidewalk Taking its time Walking up Chesapeake Our white house on the right Next door they're throwing junk away Furniture out in the rain They've finally put the old lady away So I took her silverware Her books and her kitchen mop Her hangers and her pans and pots The dressers where she kept her clothes It looked as though she lived alone Much to hear while our four ears are still young If we shout it right we'll have more years yet to come Tonight the moon will turn around All the way back behind the clouds Folks will lower their telescopes Drive their wives and kids back home Their eyes will block with mud and milk Their eyes inside with blindness filled And the moon will hide and seek until There's no one left to wonder why The rug will soak The screen will glare You'll come and summer will be here We'll kiss and cross the swamp The boat will wait down at the bottom The sun will set late in the day The sun will take its face away But love Your face will always stay right beside mine