we have met, and we have parted;
you're all this world to me.
if you do not love me, darlin',
in my grave i'd rather be.
i wish i had a golden box
to put my [bad word] love in.
i'd take her out, and i'd kiss her twice,
and i'd put her back again.

hello, mr. sky!
won't ya hitch up my pony?
hello, mr. sky--
saddle up my black mare?

i'm going to find a rider, maybe,
in this world, somehow.
grief, thunderbirds with flies' wings
smashin' [bad word] screen doors, uh-huh--
how i want to see them, see them lined up.
even your own family can betray you.
to their own music the road shall dance.

hello, mr. sky!
hello, hangman!
 [bad word]  in wonderment--
is it hopeless ecstasy i want?