An Appointment With The Master

She leaves instructions on her doorstep

And they say, do not disturb her

And you tell yourself she's sleeping

But secretly she's keeping

An appointment with her master

Who wears gold upon his fingers

And puts silver in your pocket

Come the morning she's still sleeping

And you think an explanation

Might be useful for the future

But she just looks as if to tell you

That if you really want an answer

To the question that you're asking

Ask the master

If you really want an answer

Make an appointment with the master

So I went to see the master

And he said that there's no need to be

An everlasting loser

You take her and you use her

And pay very close attention

To the manners and the movements

Of your lord and loving master

Then he led me into darkness

And I felt that I was falling

And I said, can I be dreaming?

No, I know I am not sleeping

For my eyes were being opened

My imagination tutored

By my lord and loving master

Then she showed me to her table

And we dined before the master

And his blood was like a living wine

And I saw no need to ask her

For my manners and my movements

Were those that I had studied

From my lord and loving master