Peach Plum Pear (Joanna Newsom Cover)

We speak in the store

I'm a sensitive bore

and you're markedly more

and I'm oozing surprise

But it's late in the day

and you're well on your way

what was golden went gray

and I'm suddenly shy

And all the gathering floozies

afford to be choosy

and all sneezing darkly

in the dimming divide

I have read the right books

to interpret your looks

you were knocking me down

with the palm of your eye

This is unlike the story

it was written to be

you were riding its back

when it used to ride me

We were galloping manic

to the mouth of the source

we were swallowing panic

in the face of its force

and I am blue

I am blue and unwell,

make me bolt like a horse.

Now it's done.

Watch it go.

You've changed some.

Water running from the snow.

Am I so dear?

Do I run rare?

And you've changed some:

peach, plum, pear.