my lover
(dear lord)
my lover
(oh boy)
when you walk through the galley
onto the western front
you see yourself naked
on the day from obscure birth
your fingers, they (huh) tremble
down the spiral of the word
to understand your being
you got to understand the world
three jupiters they snowing
on the wayward train
travelling to north alaska
anything to beat the rain
i tried so hard at nothing
leaving destiny at bay
while the sun rises gently
above the golden plain
no more scotch
only pain
from this mighty trembling man
he's walked all over town (he doesn't give a damn)
back to the western front
looking for work and jobs for hours
thinking about luscious belles
and sacred saints to guide us
the future in your palms
like an unknown grain of sand
these people think they know it
these people made the plan
strung up there above all
three holy saints and kings
we bow down before them
unlike the ones who ring
take from them their scotch
establish a gentle flow
be forgotten in the midst
be forgotten in the winter snow
a cot to learn
a book to read
a movie to watch
my souls complete
my lover
(oh lord)
she don't call me anymore
(oh lover)
oh lord
i wait by the phone til dawn
(oh no)
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