I'm Don Juan's reckless daughter
 I came out two days on your tail
 Those two bald-headed days in November
 Before the first snowflakes sail
 Out on the vast and subtle plains of mystery
 split tongue spirit talks
 Noble as a nickel chief
 Striking up an old juke box
 And he says:
 "Snakes along the railroad tracks."
 He says, "Eagles in jet trails ..."
 He says, "Coils around feathers and talons on scales ...
 Gravel under the belly plates ..."
 He says, "Wind in the Wings ..."
 He says, "Big bird dragging it's tail in the dust ...
 Snake kite flying on a string."

 [bad word] from open prairie
 Given some wisdom and a lot of jive!
 Last night the ghosts of my old ideas
 Reran on channel five
 And it howled so spooky for it's eagle soul
 I nearly broke down and cried
 But the split tongue spirit laughed at me
 He says, "Your serpent cannot be denied."
 Our serpents love the whisky bars
 They love the romance of the crime
 But didn't I see a neon sign
 Fester on your hotel blind
 And a country [bad word] off the wall
 And swoop down at the crowd at the bar
 And put me at the top of your danger list
 Just for being so much like you are!

 You're a coward against the altitude--
 You're a coward against the flesh--
 Coward--caught between yes and no
 Reckless this time on the line for yes, yes, yes!
 Reckless brazen in the play
 Of your changing traffic lights
 Coward--slinking down the hall
 To another restless night
 As we center behind the eight ball
 As we rock between the sheets
 As we siphon the colored language
 Off the farms and the streets
 Here in Good-Old-God-Save-America
 The home of the brave and the free
 We are all hopelessly oppressed cowards
 Of some duality
 Of restless multiplicity
 (Oh say can you see)

 Restless for streets and honky tonks
 Restless for home and routine
 Restless for country-safety-and her
 Restless for the likes of reckless me
 Restless sweeps like fire and rain
 Over virgin wilderness
 It prowls like hookers and thieves
 Through bolt locked tenements
 Behind my bolt locked door
 The eagle and the serpent are at war in me
 The serpent fighting for blind desire
 The eagle for clarity
 What strange prizes these battles bring
 These hectic joys-these weary blues
 Puffed up and [bad word] when I think I win
 Down and shaken when I think I lose
 There are rivets up here in this eagle
 There are box cars down there on your snake
 And we are twins of spirit
 No matter which route home we take
 Or what we forsake
 We're going [bad word] up to the eyes of clarity
 And we'll go down to the beads of guile
 There is danger and education
 In living out such a reckless life style
 I touched you on the central plains
 It was plane to train my twin
 It was just plane shadow to train shadow
 But to me it was skin to skin
 The spirit talks in [bad word]  He talks to mother earth to father sky
 Self indulgence to self denial
 Man to woman
 Scales to feathers
 You and I
 Eagles in the sky
 You and I
 Snakes in the grass
 You and I
 Crawl and fly
 You and I