Bow and arrow, and
No wind
High up in dawn light where everything begins
No direction
A steady drone
Over the treetops, put my knuckle on the sun
Oh Mama, I
Cannot say that
I'm not affected by your orange-blossom ways
I took aim, and
Spoke low
Backed up to the West and let that little arrow go
Valhalla
I wanna name ya'
Old relations in the valley wanna claim ya'
There's no pill
To satisfy
Your need to work and my need not to deny
I can moan like a dog, and
Kick like a mule
Say I've been sleeping, well that
Wouldn't be true
And I'm hooked like a fish
On a telephone line
Rounders and powders and fine Spanish wine
Oh darling
Still awake, the
Shadows on the wall where the dawn wants to break
This old mattress, where
We used to lie
Heaven knows it's empty, I'm still on my side
Oh Mama, I
Cannot say
I'm not affected by those old-fashioned ways
Some are blood
Some are born
Something so sweet about the air back home
Some name it
Some blame it
Some would rather see it go, while others want to claim it
And every jewel that
You find
Every glass you drain and every watch you wind
I can moan like a dog, and
Kick like a mule
Say I've been sleeping, well that
Wouldn't be true
When I'm hooked like a fish
On a telephone line
Rounders and powders and fine Spanish wine
Bow and arrow
No wind
High up in the dawn light where everything begins
I took aim, and
Spoke low
Backed up to the West and let that little arrow go
