Bow and arrow, no wind

High up in the dawn light, where everything begins

No direction, but a steady drum

Over the treetops, put my knuckle on the sun

Oh, mama, I cannot say that

I'm not affected by your orange blossom ways

Took aim, and spoke low

Backed up to the West and let that little arrow go

The Valhalla, wanna name you

Old relations in the valley want to claim you

There's no pill that can satisfy

Your need to work and my need not to deny

I can moan like a dog and kick like a mule

Say I've been sleeping well, that wouldn't be true

And I'm hooked like a fish on a telephone line

Rounders and powders and fine Spanish wine

Oh, darling, still awake

There are shadows on the wall where the dawn wants to break

This old mattress, where we used to lie

Heaven knows it's empty and I'm still on my side

Oh, mama, I cannot say

I am not affected by those old-fashioned ways

There's some blood, some bone

Something so sweet about the air back home

Some name it, some blame it

Some would rather see it go, while others wanna claim it

Every jewel that you find

Every glass you drain and every watch you wind

I can moan like a dog and kick like a mule

Say I've been sleeping well, that wouldn't be true

And I'm hooked like a fish on a telephone line

Rounders and powders and fine Spanish wine

Bow and arrow, no wind

High up in the dawn light where everything begins

Took aim, spoke low

Backed up to the West and let that little arrow go