We came to each other with our hearts in our hands
And our heads in a villa in the South of France
You stepped on my feet when I asked you to dance
Then laughed when I thought to try at romance.
We drew all our blueprints in charcoal and chalk
With fingers entangled we went out on walks
Through prattle and discourse, past forests and docks
Paid no heed to faces of people or clocks.
Affection was once a heavy price that we paid
For villas incognito and cave hideaways
Now I’m making it up with bacon and eggs
Happy the man who can make his love stay.
I once was a fool here among gentlemen
While you were a quite unmistakable gem
I was Babylon to your Bethlehem
And I drank while you prayed to absolve my sins.
I went in through the glass and came out in a hole
Where the Eskimos golfed on the Northeastern pole
And in Christie’s I dare tried to auction my soul
But Satan or Santa would give nothing but coal.
On St. Peter’s naughty list, proudly I was damned
When the room grew quiet, you’d swear you heard the sand
I knocked on Death’s hollow door, whiskey in my hand
Offered him a vice, but I guess he was no man.
When I fell from grace angels caught me in my path
Pointed west and said to head away from my past
So I took a post as lookout, high atop the mast
And when I saw the soil, I held it steady fast.
Heard the sirens singing, so I anchored in the depths
Took a careful moment to ensure that I was deaf
Going out I remembered to map my every step
Then marked the spot where I hid what lies within my chest.
When I met Miranda she was hidden by a veil
Her father, well, he had been eaten by a whale
She offered food and shelter, and then she taught me to read Braille
And I read the goose bumps on her dainty skin beneath the dale.
On that island with that woman I learned many crooked things
Like how to be a palmer, how to make the jaybirds sing
For once in a long age I was not a bishop, but a king
And I followed the direction of an iron Claddagh ring.
It led me to a meadow that some thistles had overrun
They were prickly and fast becoming hot beneath the sun
I made it through alive though I’m bleeding deeply from my thumb
Now I’m standing in the clear and don’t know what on earth I’ve done.