Из альбома: The Philosopher Kings
she's got spider web hair,
and a skin like see through jelly
with a porcelain stare
that moves the walls of my belly
but she used to have a
cherub's glow
that lit a lamp gas nose
her eyes were full of hot wine
and her body was a rose
now, she moved like a liquid
through the boys of Mason City
had everything gatling
gun-slinging soldier
every grease monkey, every
Walter Mitty
she finally settled on some
corn-husker
with cotton-seed teeth under a
diamond smile
dressed up for San Francisco
but held up in Mason City
for a while
now her man used to work
to make the corn belt grow
while she would dream of a city
with the soft heart of San Francisco
dream a quiet burrow
for a husband, child and wife
and poke another hole
into the hard American life
now San Francisco is no place
for a Mason City couple
you can get thrown into a turbine
and get lost in the shuffle
she keeps everything she owns
in a Saratoga trunk that's going
out of style
dressed up for San Francisco
but held up in Mason City
for a while