shown to me through the curtain
two at sitting, pouring wine
glasses fill, then the empty
dirty certain outlines mime
in the bloom find the phrases
hear their tremors give away
all the weight they are throwing
amounts to nothing, the grander play
let go of the precious- so sweet
bore honey holes- in me
to prance in spite-
the laughter fills the cavern
swing low my precious- wade deep
in facey seas- the weak
offerings- ashes on the altar
sordid deeds news the knell tolls
set the blazing rumors free
on the good backs the wicked
ride to victory, by decree
so hide the need from the gazers
shortage foreseen from inside
what remains of alligators
will make cases for the ride
let go of the precious- so sweet
bore honey holes- in me
to prance in spite-
the laughter fills the cavern
swing low my precious- wade deep
in facey seas- the weak
offerings- ashes on the altar
he cries, with weathervanes in his eyes
so why would he stay when there is no surer way
before tomorrow comes a time
crush the budding blinders in his mind
'cause it is so hard, long yards
the wheel ruts, so turn-turn turn-turn, turn-turn turn-turn
let go of the precious- so sweet
bore honey holes- in me
to prance in spite-
the laughter fills the cavern
swing low my precious- wade deep
in facey seas- the weak
offerings- ashes on the altar