I heard you say something to the effect,
good poetry, you'd never written
Perhaps you were being funny to say such a thing
What about the night in June
coming back from New York
the road, the shadows, the moon?
I say if you got a bird, then you gotta let it sing amory
Eleanore, in the haystack when the rain was soaking through
the devil in the alley where the buildings were white and the darkness was blue
Mr. Pharonbean, driving in the car
heading into town
either you stumbled upon things
or things just came to you
amory
You and your friends left Trenston for the beach without a penny to your name
the atlantic city hotel room where you took all the blame
Monsignor Darcy wrote you to find your cousin Claire Page
the way to Claire's you rode
you took after your ma, I'd say she'd a done the same
amory
How you believed but you struggled in the lord above
you survived a war, but you're lost and alone
Well may your hair always be auburn
may your eyes always be green
may you rise each time you fall
we're only dealt the hand, it don't come with a glove,
amory
oh, amory