Dart

There’s a break in the binding

And the pages, all half-torn

The dart is loaded

And the tomb is open

Play the record, spinning on

Keep the focus, count me off

I’ve seen our daughters swim in kerosene

They come singing out from the fiery awning

The dart is loaded

And the tomb is open

The dart is loaded

And the tomb is open

Pen to paper, to set the scene

Dakota canyons, the moon between

I’ve been the swallow who dipped beneath

To come swinging out on the silver morning

Play the record

Spinning on

Keep the focus

Count me off

Play the record

Spinning on

Keep the focus

Count me off

Play the record

Spinning on

Keep the focus

Count me off