I have come a few miles. I got blisters on my slippered feet As I rise, as I ri-ise. California's ok. But I think I might stay in the shade For a while
There is a city by the sea A gentle company I don't suppose you want to And as it tells its sorry tale In harrowing detail Its hollowness will haunt
Myla Goldberg sets a steady hand upon her brow Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside down It comes around it comes around It comes around it
on the slate roof A medallion locked inside her hand in her hand And his fingers are they telling of the barren of her belly And his callouses cure her