I dried out in a drunk nun's habit
A cloak like the night I woke in your faucet
Bus stop tree tops shimmered like a pageant
I with the foot of a rabbit
Days come and go like nails on my fingers
I bite my tongue, taste the blood, take a number
Wounds fade away but the scar tissue lingers
Like the light in the west at the end of the summer
The river ran away down to the sea,
Crested in a moment's levity
Pennies on the dollars I withdrew
Might be enough to see me through
Lead me astray with some misquoted scripture
Sheep skin and bone when you put me to pasture
Blood from a stone in a statuary fixture
Spilled from my cup, but I lived past the rapture
The river ran away down to the sea
That'll be the dust that's left of me
Spanning channels rusted and renewed
Might be enough to see me through
times across the board are better than they were before
times across the board are better than they were
I fall into the ember of your cigarette
you flick me to the garden, honey, you know I get wet

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