Just behind that wall, I think,
She pulls her stockings on:
The creaking floor speaks through the door
Of one foot then the other
The curtains wave a flag to say
This afternoon is done
And giving in to evening who has
Beat him like a brother,
Giving in to evening who has
Beat him like a brother
Just outside the window
Time has slipped its skin,
A fallen glove behind you, love,
My shadow never moving
The ground will rise to meet me
Right where my knees begin,
The sun will slip between them now
To bu*ton my undoing,
The sun will slip between them now
To bu*ton my undoing
Crows and then another crow
Beside me in a tree,
Like black shoes in a dusty row
Trailing after me
My hands are wet from walking,
But I'm high enough to see
The stars that wait below me
Where my hat has fallen free …
Out above the rooftops
The moon is holding sway;
A narrow eye low in the sky,
Knowing what I'm knowing
I have left the table now
And this is just to say;
Every song I've ever sung
Has bee a song for going