How the darkness doubled
Lightning struck itself.
I was listening
Listening to the rain
I was hearing
Hearing something else.
Life in the hive puckered up my night,
The kiss of death, the embrace of life.
There I stand neath the Marquee Moon Just waiting,
I ain’t waiting
I spoke to a man
Down at the tracks.
I asked him
How he don’t go mad.
He said “Look here junior, don’t you be so happy.
And for Heaven’s sake, don’t you be so sad.”
Well a Cadillac
It pulled out of the graveyard.
Pulled up to me
All they said get in.
Then the Cadillac
It puttered back into the graveyard.
I got out again.
Torn Curtain reveals another play.
Torn Curtain, Such an expose!
I’m uncertain when beauty meets abuse.
Torn Curtain loves all ridicule.
Tears… tears rolling back the years
Years… Flowing by like tears.
Tears holding back the years.
Years. The tears I never shed.
The years I’ve seen before
Torn Curtain giving me the glance.
Torn Curtain bringing on the trance.
I’m not hurting: Holding to the thread.
Torn Curtain lifts me on the tread.
Torn Curtain feels more like a rake.
Torn Curtain – how much does it Take?
Burn it down
Tears, tears. Years, years.