| Lyrics: | Mention of the stars reduce us back,
They, about them, have time's things hanging;
We are
around near the railroad track
Checking out the thundering.
Names you call could have been
ours
To call and live among them;
Friends come by and spend some hours
And then back
down to working...
At night, things come and half a life,
Not so silly walking,
All
different clothes in the half light
And a halting way of talking.
There really was one way
to be,
Yet this is not it, we think,
To be such younger folk as we
Not levelled as we
drink
We're busted up, so ragged down
And kissing and subsisting;
Our eyes glint
wild and roll around
And the dog, he whines insisting,
He asks that we allow the sex
To
make us unrecognizable;
That we allow slow violence
To prove us rebaptizable. |
