Zigzagging Toward the Light

I'm blessed with a heart that doesn't stop My minds a weathervane it spins around just like a top Knows what the winds of fortune bring In the season of the witch Home is a perjury, a parlor trick, an urban myth Oh how the circumstances change This world of smoke and steel Of compromise and meter-maids I'm going to leave here before too long Zigzagging toward the light I'm off to sing my bounder's song True love it hides like city stars Nothing to gaze upon or contemplate How near or far If it comes, it comes quite unannounced A momentary glance Lit up by sun or moon Or bonfire or ambulance How the circumstances change Feels unmistakable with no idea from where it came But you will know it when it's gone Zigzagging through the night Half-dead you sing your bounder's song Half-dead you sing, half-dead you sing Sing for the bounder whose word is never kept A bindle of flowers to state his mind And bloom when he forgets It's true that shadows tell the time On sunny afternoons, on crowded sidewalks, passersby I'm in a queue that stretches out Far as the eye can see It forms a figure eight and goes on for eternity Oh how the circumstances change I fly by interstate across a purple mountain range I find a place to come undone Zigzagging toward you now I sing out loud my bounder's song