Oooooh there's gravel in the pasture near the Calumet Pallet Company I recognize my life as an ancient archetype I've set free in slide birthing a servant I'm indebted to and embedded within He's unfamiliar to me as I am to him We two fabulous beasts of prayer and sin Ooooooh there's nothing Like your motor-cycle slalom through the cometary We still walk on will more so than our feet An intuitive atlas toward a feast Near the knuckled branches of a gnarled tree I'm unfamiliar to him as he is to me But a well of healing waters floats us free But Ooooh that woman on the street corner won't stop screaming Please please please please please please please please