Wandering the block
On a curb
Then the dirt
Then a curb
I pa** by your house
In the fluorescent magic of life and love
Orange clouds at my back
And a never-ending universe
I look in
I want to know your heart
And how those songs
On your radio
On the sill
In the morning
How they make you feel
And how are the kids
How's the dog
And the roof
And the plum tree
And your boy when he grows and asks later on:
"How was it you were caught?"
Will you say
"Greed is the knife and the scars run deep"