I once knew an old nun She had hands like Shards of ice I once knew a jazz pianist He had hands like Flowing water I once knew a phantom child She had hands Like rising vapor Soon, soon i'll join that wondrous parade All, all the things the good lord has made I once knew a single mother She had hands like Plastic flowers She used to Adorn her daughters room with I once knew a supreme court judge He had hands like Rotten paper in archives Soaking up Murderous ink and I once knew a prostitute She had hands like Wet cardboard She used to Build herself a home in Soon, soon I'll join that wondrous parade All, all the things the good lord has made Sleep is defeat Stay up and swallow the faces The night hours bring And what do mornings In your room look like Faces turned to dust Dancing in the sunlight And rage takes energy Eat your breakfast Read poetry Say I know myself Better than you Say do da da da do da da da do See how the world Keeps on moving without you Say ah-ah what a relief Say do da da da do