Dry the River

I waited by your bedside, And didn't close my eyes all night. I named you like a prayer. It's anybody's guess how, The angel of doubt came down, And crept into your bed. But after we danced to the shipping forecast, The words escaped your mouth: "I k

I waited by your bedside, And didn't close my eyes all night. I named you like a prayer. It's anybody's guess how, The angel of doubt came down, And crept into your bed. But after we danced to the shipping forecast, The words escaped your mouth: "I k

With my family on the right hand side And your family on the left We got married in a single bed We sang shaker hymns When your warhorse grandfather had sung The whole damn Song of Solomon We toasted health in the front room We whiled away the aftern

Night descended Like a blanket on a house, Where I miss you, like a limb, I close the curtains, shun the _?_ and I, Put your record on, I put your record on Oooh-oooh etc. I, the lonely tax collector, Never had such a feeling, Before you came and, Yo

I used to be a king alone Like Solomon or Rehoboam And in the eaves, the Corvidae Did jealous keep my picture frames And everything did oxidate in place. But then you came, a single cell With astrolabe and carousel And algebra and symmetry And none o

You are the string in my bow. Biblical Mary to Joe. The North isn't true 'til it's leading me to you. You are the way that I know. Under the weight of belief You shiver and shake like a leaf. But death is a force, not a man on a horse: I'll keep you

I had a vision on a chapel Flame flickered on your forehead like an apple When the morning came I was enthrilled by your movement But I was scared wrote a letter To articulate my thoughts a little better When the time came for speaking my mind it was

I'm burning like an effigy in here: The summer's come to haunt me. And I know I'm not the sacrificial deer, But I wish you could've warned me Of the Phrygian Lion, With his excellent eyesight, At the gate of our love. I understood the chemistry of pe

Like faithful oxen through the chalk, With dragging tails of history walk. We soon confuse the compass and the cross. Carefully and cursively we fill our traveling diaries with loss. Beneath an angry Bible flood, Did you and I first learn to love. In

Lo and behold your mother is drinking again. This might be the coldest winter since records began. You were a low moon, steady with wintry calm. Leading the children softly across the farm. Each morning you'd march your sisters like soldiers to schoo

Dry The River - History Book Like faithful oxen through the chalk, With dragging tails of history walk. We soon confuse the compass and the cross. Carefully and cursively we fill our traveling diaries with loss. Beneath an angry Bible flood, Did you