In my dream you were beautiful, backlit, noble In the lowlight of the window, you were leaning on the edge The high rises and billboards, for perfume and call girls The steam above the dark road, the smoke around your head I knew you by description, the tall tales, the pictures Your short hair and your lipstick, the smell of coming rain I wanted to remain there, a voyeur, a stranger Below you in the night air, waiting to be changed Eyeliner and nylons, the calm upon your face drawn Revealing next to nothing, a deal you don't believe The bible in a locked drawer, the truth you gave it up for The hymnal and the comfort for the chance at living free And lined up with the laundry, your slacks and all those stockings Suit jacket and the soft things you dance in when you dream The neighbors never mention, the woman they see leaving Is the man who works the morning shift selling gasoline In my dream you were stone still, shadowed, half built A masterpiece of pure will, just waiting on the world To gaze upon your body, a razor on a rough cheek The blaze of burning beauty, the saved and the worth saving A hallelujah waiting to raise the heavy curtains A play with no good ending, a prayer that never mentioned The glory of the question and the answer is the same