Cathedrals

The cathedral in Cologne looks like a spaceship

Like the hand of God falling from the sky

A 1000 stone-carved saints hang like icicles

But icicles don't take 1000 years to die

And everyone who ever worked on this cathedral

Or even spent a moment walking by

Everyone of us is swept away like breadcrumbs

What comfort does it bring, soaring towers left behind

There's a fiberglass castle in Wisconsin

Where kids race go-karts around a moat

Once we went up there in December

When every waterslide and fudgeshoop was closed

Hoping to feel love under the icicles

All we did was drink in an empty bar

But stumbling drunk we crawled back to our motel room

I fell against you and felt your beating heart

Snow was slowly falling on the ice machine

And the moon shone hazy through the pines

But there were lounge chairs thrown into the empty pool

And a dog chained to a tree barking at the sky