I came to you
and you to me
And we were tapping
on the window
at the children
when the piggy bank broke
And pitching quite a fit
About how the makers
of the medicine
will always say
you’re looking sick
I came to you
and you to me
And we would whimper
to the women washing
milk off of their
formal white clothes
But the funny thing
Was how when
god was in his people
we were dreaming
about who else to be
And all the fingers
that we damaged
when all we wanted
was the diamond ring
I came to you and you to me
And we were barking
at the drug
dogs blood dried black
on their hands
And never realized
You never tussle
with a giant
til you can hit him
right between the eyes
And that no matter
how we chewed it
we’d be choking
on a comprise
Cause all the jaws
all the claws getting
restless by the riverside
And it wasn’t muscle
in the shadow
that was shoving us
into the light
I came to you
and you to me
And we were snatching
at a war baby’s bottle
just to trade it for change
But now it’s come to pass
That every eye beneath
the mountain saw the smoke
but no one heard the blast
And no one knew the arm
was broken although
everybody signed the cast
And until the government
was good
she said Man I thought
you’d never ask
That when love wore out
her welcome they just booked
her for a bag of grass
That while she cried
on the cross
we were sucking
on the laughing gas
And when the head
had left the body
not a flag was hanging
half mast
I came to you and you to me
And then we lost our old
lovers’ revolution
but it started again
Now we’re one
One of the parade wake widows
walking home
into the setting sun
One of the soldiers
lost in the dreams
that never lose the gun
One of the wise men wandering
the podium without a tongue
One of the trophies tarnished
by the mess
we made of being young
One of the prayers
one of the promises
swallowed without
chewing gum
One of the deaf ears dumber
all the time
for all the years of drums
One of the wide
eyed soap boxes
buried under Washington
One of the beat cops combing
every sidewalk crack for love
One of the crowded
stars uncounted
when the map was done
One of the withered
in the garden
left to wonder
when the rain will come