Cave-O-Sapien

Cave-o-sapien -

you were made for breaking of my back.

As I carried you past quiet houses,

kicking through the roses in the yard, I spied

the wildflower kisses on your neck - saw the garden

had been trampled past repair.

Oh, Cave-o-sapien.

You look like the sunrise!

- purple, lemon, baby-blue and gold -

but I knew it sounded bad when you said NO REGRETS

and then said nothing more.

And while you're leaning deep into the smoke

of those sticks

you keep rubbing together,

I keep thinking about how bad it's gonna burn,

and all the people I loved, back home,

who I loved, and love,

that you turned on.

People just offering shelter from the wind.

So bow your head into the wind,

my Cave-o-sapien.

I had a vision of a gorilla,

and he was a killer,

A killer!

Alone,

in fields of stone,

you're not the sunrise,

you're just alone.

But I've got you, until you're gone