SATSUMAS
 
you say that the cracker jack man is coming back & he's bringing back bags & bags of satsumas
you live at the back door mat, the empty track, you can't get back to the belly of the Buddha
you misread the morning paper & thought that later the front page read Armageddon alligators
you misheld the baby in your arms the simple charms your electric yarns said everybody's just a rusty wingless angel
 
BUT YOU NEVER SAID
WE WOULD LIVE THIS LONG
MIDNIGHT IS UPON US
& THE MONEY WILL BE GONE
 
it seem like the wine gods wait then run away like yesterday even the grass in the cracks can entertain you you said that i would live for & i would die by the angry eye identified as a ruthless
killer you go on your merry way & as you like to say you have found a way to count you count all my little white lies the clouds in the sky i don't know why you don't just pack it up & move closer to heaven
 
BUT YOU NEVER SAID
WE WOULD LIVE THIS LONG
MIDNIGHT IS UPON US
& THE MONEY WILL BE GONE