It’s either all at once or I’m just sitting still.
Still as a shadow upon a window sill.
This old road still reaches out over the hill.
My baby says she won’t. But I believe she will.
Twp towers fell on a bright and sunny day.
The wisest man in the world knew not what to say
and, in the sudden silence, knew not how to pray.
Now the winter winds are howling on their way.
Hate won’t wave a white flag. Death will never die.
There’s a white man in a city now with sort of shifty eyes.
He just won the war now he’s giving her the eye.
The children are all that’s holding up the falling sky.
It’s all rainy and Monday and my thoughts lie where I tossed them.
My baby is as far from me as Kabul is from Boston.
Thought I’d found my true love, but then my true love lost it.
But have no fear, Shakespeare’s here to take my mind off it.
God forbid we’re human. Lo and behold, we bleed.
“What comes around goes around,” says the poison fruit to the seed.
Somewhere in the distance some demon dogs were freed.
But there’s bluegrass in the moonshine. Tonight that’s all I need.
Osama take some sunshine. Here, I got a pocketfull.
Come stay with us a week or so, only our knives are dull.
Come meet my good friend Aimee. She’ll sing to your soul.
Maybe it only takes a moment that you’ve never had before.