She was long gone, long, long gone
she was gone, gone, the bigger [bad word] the larger her hand 'till no one understands
why for so long she'd been gone.
 
And I stood very still by the window sill
and I wondered for those I love still
I cried in my mind where I stand behind
the beauty of love's in her eyes...
 
She was long gone, long, long gone
she was gone, gone, the bigger [bad word] the larger her hand 'till no one understands
why for so long she'd been gone.
 
And I borrowed the page
from a leopard's cage
and I prowled in the evening sun's glaze
her head lifted high to the light in the sky
the opening dawn on her face...
 
She was long gone long, long gone
she was gone, gone, the bigger [bad word] the larger her hand 'till no one understands
why for so long she'd been gone.
 
And I stood very still by the window sill
and I wondered for those I love still
I cried in my mind where I stand behind
the beauty of love's in her eyes...
 
She was long gone, long, long gone
she was gone, gone, the bigger [bad word] the larger her hand 'till no one understands
why for so long she'd been gone.
 
She was long gone long, long gone.
 
 
 
SHE TOOK LONG COLD LOOK
 
She took a long cold look at me
and smiled and gazed all over my arm
she loves to see me get down to ground
she hasn't time just to be with me
her face between all she means to be
to be extreme, just to be extreme
a broken pier on the wavy sea
she wonders why for all she wants to see...
But I got up and I stomped around
and hid the piece where the trees touch the ground...
 
The end of [bad word] that lay out the time
spent lazing here on a painting dream
a mile or more in a foreign clime
to see farther inside of me.
 
And looking high up into the sky
I breathe as the water streams over me...