He reads to me dirty magazines from the back seat Covers my ears with the arch of his feet The roving ocean in a shell The rhythm of his voice He feeds me sardines hooked on a key Saying look-y here sister a gift from the sea Pours his big hands over my wings That's one good thing You know his voice totes a five pound rasp Shaved the heals off of pegasus, knocked her flat on her a** In the middle of a texaco stride Shaken but alive He sets it up, plays the car with a drum roll Recites a poem that would terrorize any dark soul No apologies for the tears that it brings That's one good thing I know he's broke, i've broken a few I've touched the names of all those pretty girls tattooed Across his wilderness Oh i can only guess But right now he's holding on and laughing like a boy possessed And my paper doll cut off her own dress Anyways there's no bargaining That's one good thing