Tree By the River

Mary Anne, do you remember The tree by the river When we were seventeen? Dark canyon wall, the call and the answer And the mare in the pasture Pitch black and baring its teeth. I recall the sun in our faces, Stuck and leaning on braces, And being strangers to change. Radio and the bones we found frozen, And all the thorns and the roses Beneath your window pane. Now I'm asleep in a car, I mean the world To a potty-mouth girl, A pretty pair of blue-eyed birds. Time isn't kind or unkind, you liked to say. But I wonder to who What it is you're saying today. Now I'm asleep in a car, I mean the world To a potty-mouth girl, A pretty pair of blue-eyed birds. Time isn't kind or unkind, you liked to say. But I wonder to who What it is you're saying today. Mary Anne, do you remember The tree by the river When we were seventeen? Dark canyon road, I was coy in the half-moon; Happy just to be with you, And you were happy for me.