Paper Hanger

Not one motion of her gesture could I forget The prettiest bag lady I ever met Pushing her cart in the rain Then gathering plastic and glass She watched the day pass Not hour by hour But pain by pain If I was a basket filled with holes Then she was the sand I tried to hold And ran out behind me As I swung with some invisible hands I stopped believing, you start to move She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed And you can pour us out and we won't mind I was dead, then alive She was like wine turned to water and turned back to wine You can pour us out, we won't mind A scratch around the mouth of the glass My life is no longer mine If you're still looking for a blanket Sweetie, I'm sorry, I'm no sort of fabric But if you need a tailor Then take your torn shirt, and stumble up my stairs And mumble your pitiful prayers And in your tangled night's sleep, our midnight needles go to work Until all comfort and fear flows in one river Down on the shelf by the mirror where you see yourself whole And it makes you shiver I stopped believing, you start to move She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed And you can pour us out and we won't mind I was dead, then alive She was like wine turned to water and turned back to wine You can pour us out, we won't mind A scratch around the mouth of the glass My life is no longer mine Our lives are not our own Even the wind lays still All I felt was fire and cold And movement, movement If they ask you for a sign of the Father Tell them it's movement, movement and repose