The moon is ten days old Bright cast from a darker shadow The river's on an ancient course My body awaiting the soul's delivery Every day the same idea bursting out of the sun Wild and ancient A soul is convinced it's a soul, not a lion You should get out and drive that thing Nothing to do about that Everything happening to me Is of the earth I can give all this back, back to her She's been sitting there Her greatest mysteries are not material Her hands open Her mouth open Body open Her hands open Her mouth open Body open Did I pay her too much attention? Wanted too badly to know Every one of her messages I can feel them, am I one? Has she come to deliver me? Sitting under the window on a tumbling mat Knowing love has given me most of my reasons Nothing to do about that Everything happening to me Is of the earth I can give all this back to her She's been sitting there Her greatest mysteries are not material Her hands open Her mouth open Body open Her hands open Her mouth open Body open Her hands open Her mouth Her hands Body open Her hands Her mouth Body open Her hands Her mouth Body open