Song for Kathleen O'hara

In a green dress she danced like a net in the water swaying off the coast of South Carolina Like a pickled princess dancing, Like the lost queen of Ireland like a story told again, like a new best friend with silly drunken chatter it was all I could do to look at her and when the wedding was over I had to get out of there and the night air was cold like whiskey in your throat and I thought I saw her everywhere as I bicycled home no mingling of limbs, cause she moved to England no mingling of limbs, cause she moved to England