With the first turn I am reborn
Into a carrier of wars never-ending as I sit
And rock-a-bye to the things I’ve carried
In my o’ mind—
Now I see clearly the barren fields of the west
Tom and I continue to eat spoiled grapes
If I squint my sweaty eyes I can see—
A catch! But no one’s around,
Ah who cares? Where’s my bread?
A phony will always do ya wrong—
A girl that never wears red
And mayhew in her heart.
I’ve fallen! And it is now dark—
A clue, Nancy! What’s new?
I’ve only come close to the truth
And if I carefully lift the—
You might presume
The stories I’ve told where only to bemuse,
But on the contrary,
I’m constantly learning,
The most about myself and you.