lets find a place to call it even
got all the truce we need, it might be heaven
doin' the angel - hop,hop,hoppin on your head-
& said the devil things i ought not have said like:
try your unabashed best, your bold blessed,
love less people more & love more people less.
you unawed, undismayed, blatantly brazen,
end it here. wash your clothes & cut your hair. And remember that time we walked fifteen miles. To stand outside the window. With nothing to say. But that is okay. Because tonight is the night.