Midday Moon

A sliver chalk

Across the blue

Lord knows i don't know what

The hell's the use of the mid-day moon

You came to my arms

Too god damn soon

Lord knows i don't know what

To do with you and the mid-day moon

This is just to say

They've taken everything away

Every step we made fit into 6 trucks, pick ups, drawing dust above the driveway

The muddy cavalcade came at half past eight collecting everything in that grassy bank

And every trace of you, was taken too, and what was once a womb is just a hollow room.

It was a windy day

That kind that makes me hate l.a.

Cause god gave them a perfect sun and they think gangs and smog were hardly a fair trade

And they don't breathe or flinch, or even blink at how the green will shift

When the wind parades across the meager ridge and kicks the weeds a bit to make seem as if the lea is a sea of waves.

They say you can't cheat death

Maybe it's just a shortness of breath

Or no pains in your chest

Just a disease we agree that we ain't cured yet

Forgive me dear

I never thought that we'd end up here

From "sweet dreams" whispered in your ear

Before a long night's sleep so cold and clear.

A sliver chalk

Across the blue

Lord knows i don't know what

The hell's the use of the mid-day moon

You came to my arms

Too god damn soon

Lord knows i don't know what

To do with you and the mid-day moon

I've been told that when we die

And we pass to the other side

There is no bright light

That death is just a pasture gate

That opens by lifting a plank

To just more life

I met an old man, sun tan, provided by jesus and the light that passed through stain glassed pieces, he clutched a rosary flat to his chest, and confessed he wasn't ready for death.

I seen an iron eyed firefly femme fatale too vain to explain how her hair fell out, lusting for the next thing to erase her shame, she said "i don't want to live forever, but i'm scared to fade away".

This is how they came to me one at a time, pilgrims to my building on the cemetery grounds, all they wanted was an answer and i could never let 'em down…i couldn't promise them forever but i could buy a lot of time.

And you jeanvieve, well you were the straw, whispering your wishes in cotton québéois.

I wonder the maker ever felt he botched the flock, but never had the mettle to make the world stop?

A sliver chalk

Across the blue

Lord knows i don't know what

The hell's the use of the mid-day moon

You came to my arms

Too god damn soon

Lord knows i don't know what

To do with you and the mid-day moon