Pet Politics

Guard my bed

while the rain turns the ditches to mirrors

by a vase of carnations from central Ohio

where the looking machine can't here us

Deep in the night we dream of positions

there's a line for the phone in the hall

and in the cold places where Spanish is spoken

most wars end in the fall

You never know where your pet will go

pet politics (x4)

Still wearing last nights' mascara

now that her pet was gone for sure

she was shivering so hard

it looked like there were two of her

I could see through the sleeve of her blouse

the plans of her architect lover

a tattoo of a boarded-up house

and ink door that belonged to another

When the rain hits you

it hits you slow

stitch after stitch (x4)

Adam was not the first man 'though the Bible tells us so

There was one created before him, whose name we do not know

He also lived in the garden

but he had no mouth or eyes

One day Adam came to kill him

and he died beneath these skies

I find it so amazing how

I go where I'm led (x4)

I suspect we could be losing now

please guard my bed

please guard my bed

please guard my bed

please guard my bed