Through The Rain
And All The Clatter,
Under The Freemont Bridge,
I Saw A Pigeon Fly,
Fly In Fear
From A Raptor
Come To Take Its Life.

Does It Closed
And For The Captured,
I Funnel The Fear Through My Ancient Eyes.
See In Flight
Where I Know All The Bitter Mechanics Of Life.

Under My Hat,
It Breathes,
The Lines Are All Imagined.
A Fact Of Life
I Know
To Hide From My Little Girls.
I Know My Place Amongst
The Bugs And All The Animals.
And It's From These Ordinary People
You Were Longing To Be Free.

In My Hotel,
And On The TV,
A Pitcher On The Stage
Like A Buzzard Cries
Out A Warning,
A Phony Sorrow.
He's Trying To Get A Rise.

Sign Of Life
Of An Almot.
Let Him Look At Your Hands,
Get The Angles Right.
Ace Of Spades,
Port Of Morrow,
Life Is Death
Is Life.

I Saw A Photograph
Of Cologne In '27,
And Then A Postcard After The Bombs In '45.
Must Have Been A World Of Evil Clowns
That Let It Happen.
But Now I Recognize,
Dear,
In These Eyes,
That You Were There
And So Was I.

Under My Hat, I Know
The Lines Are Allimagined.
A Fact Of Life,
I Must Impress My Little Girls.
I Know My Place Amongst
The Creatures
In The Pageant.
And There Are Flowers
In The Garbage,
And A Skull
Under Your Curls.