prologue: "i know you're strong and brave but i don't want you to live that crazy life"
page 3: "you get more beautiful"
page 4: "i sold out every farm i had"
i know you're strong and brave but i don't want you to live that crazy life
i want you to Come Home
you chose terror over love
terror, terror!
a whole lotta terror
makes life worth dying for sure
but
nobody ever makes it
out there on their
own
give up your foul dreams
my love
just try to make it home.
part one:
our wild eyed hero rushes through streets
to have looong conversations
with trees
part two:
she buckles in for a ride
after picking up
appropriate supplies
questionable places
she asks
part three:
freedom
bores her
she signs a name
and still part three:
cheating
(a quick one)
and back in the game
part four:
Money
that slut,
has gotten so tight that
we put our own fingers in our mouths.
part five:
she desperses in pursuit of good luck
misses twice
then desperation kills it
(finally)
part six:
back on top!
you can go home again.
you can have what you want.
part seven:
to a point
and then
you have to stop.
Hey man,
how's the factory life?
i'm still on the edge of it
finding one sunset follows another
anywhere i go
but i wanted you to know
i've started to collect things
free things
napkins and advertisements
receipts and labels
mostly paper things
i keep them cluttered in pockets
and little places in my bags
and songs in shops
and songs over counters
is that what the people think?
i could say so many things
stories were meant for the telling
they say
and i tell my gathered oddities
"shhhh"
you get more beautiful
all the time
but we both like that
you're not mine
the desert heat
stays in the skin
i can't get out
of this one i'm in
our telegrams
get heavier more
the far
i go
i wish that i hadn't
hardly known
i could have stayed
and hidden some place
until you felt
quite safe
and there i'd be
now it's too late
so i've got the desert
in my skin
and you'll just tell me
everything.
i sold out every farm i had
and went rich and barren
to the streets.
jingle, jangle
the pigeons at my feet
we waved
i thought of past acquaintances
who wouldn't see me anymore
i thought of cloaks and fabrics
and twisted knots in everything i saw
i wanted to go home but there was
no one there could see me
i cloaked the world with what i thought
was better
and i lost it all
jingle
jangle
went the feet all around me
they were not sure if i was lost
or just failed
taking off.
i know
you're sad and soft and warm
but i can't pretend
i'd save you harm
for always wept
and never fails
and a sure thing probably isn't
going to be
be strong
be brave
and take your love to bed
to bed, and dream
just dream of me
instead.