The road is stricken sodden with rain
Wilber's cleaning blood off the cane
Joan is painting flowers on flags
Time is dressing Rembrandt in rags
Green skies: the hail's coming in tonight
I know a man inside dying of stage fright
And if you see me stare into the starless void
and if you see me looking oh so paranoi... alright
Boreas is blowing a gale
The hammer is forsaking the nail