High in the ranks of the bleeding hearts

With one to call my own

On the docks of the fishing boats

Of semi precious stone

Recent light

Fresh with vacant envy

Failing all alone

Frigid spring

Of the wishy washy wishing well of home

Missing the mark

At your seat in the dark

At a barter banquet, amen

Riding the ride and unleashing the tide

Of a maiden's mood swing, amen

Won't go as planned without asking the hand

Of the mastermind, amen

Heavenly harness of obstinate power

He's down on her knees

Far in the land of the scribble scrabble

Lightning field of loam

Where the plow pushed sod with deviled hooves of clones

Shanty towns

Harvest hollyhocks

All frothing full of foam

Past the claws of the city light is the doorstep you call home

Call home

She needs you

He's down on her knees

Call home

She needs you

He's down on her knees

She needs you