Nail

And so we wend our way to Big Smoke

Cat on a hot, tin Tennessee

In my town shoes and your golden slippers

And Hart Crane's guarantee

All these shuttered, little coastal towns

Full of stutterers and lispers

And dark sunglasses, wide-brimmed hats

And whispers, whispers

And I looked to the sky

And it looked like rain

These Towers of Babel / Babble

Are gonna come down again

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For want of a nail the shoe was gone

For want of a shoe the horse can't run

For want of a horse the rider's no more

For want of a rider we lost the saddle,

We lost the battle and then we lost the war

And I was never the man

That I used to be

Just the boy most likely

You ever did see

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