Of Raymond

I have stood here in this garden Where you placed me in the spring I have held my arms gracefully from my side A dog dish and an Afro pick You laid beside me as a trick of compassion That comes through the night In fields of green, in field of straw There ain't no telling what we saw As we stand together on this hill I used to be a part of a more complicated scheme As furniture with glass upon my head You paint me white, you clean me off You say my name each time you cough It's a pattern as old as it gets I'll stay right here 'til you get back You're concrete white, I'm plastic black I'm the statue of the Virgin Mary I am free from all decisions I am free from all despair You can see there's not a wrinkle on my face Looks pretty good from where I stand No crying fields, no sins of man All for the love of Raymond All for the love of Raymond