Walked around, no one around. You were the one who taught me better. This old town brings me down. You were the one who told me. . You've got to move to Memphis.
I pace the length of my unmade room. In times of change. My bags are packed, guess I'm leaving the womb. Into the rain. . We never found. A place to hide.
Mary cries out: "for the love of God". As she's walking out of the laundromat. Down the street and it's the short way home. Feeling special cause she's so alone.
We sit and watch umbrellas fly. I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry. I hear myself say. "My boat's leaving now". So we shake hands and cry. Now I must wave goodbye, wave goodbye.
I watch my love, she's sleeping. The air around her deepened. Tomorrow she will smile again. Tomorrow she'll get wild again. . My love. And the moon. Take your time.