Not Yet

Mama when she'd ride that horse

Buried out in Wilson fields

Mama'd tell me all she thought

Mama'd tell me all how riding feels

And I thought

Not Yet

Then when Mama got too old

No one ever rode that horse

Until one night I stole her key

And I did ride it all night 'til dawn

When I thought

Not Yet

It looks an ugly world out there

Of girl-guides and disease and war

I love my little velvet bed

I never want to leave it anymore

At least

Not Yet

Charlie was the first I caught

And Charlie was the first I begged

To lay his anchor in my heart

He was running his fingers down the inside of my legs

When I thought

Not Yet

All my fears will come to me in dreams

Maybe the end ain't as far as it seems

Not yet revived but not yet mourned

Not quite denied just not yet born