I know she's right behind me now without looking back. I know she will untie me; how, then, will I pay for that? And like she was the railroad Like she was the lost world Like she was the big hand turning back the sea. Like she was the raging flower in the brick-yard Like she was the only thing holding on to me. There is no revolution without boots and song. Her foot falls like a banner day and I will song along. Like she was the anvil Like she was the fire bell Like she was the fever I wear like a crown. Like she was the bomb scare threatening with heaven, Like she was the only thing holds me to the ground.
She's pretending to be wide awake, to be listening to me. Promises her love to last at least for now without a moment's peace. Like she was the tightrope Like she was the last hope Like she was the Roosevelt's funeral in the street. Like she was the wildest voice out of the jungle Like she was the only thing calling out to me. Like she was the railroad Like she was the lost world Like she was the big hand turning back the sea. Like she was the raging flower in the brick-yard Like she was the only thing holding on to me.