Lyrics
God at least let me steady my breath before I go
Each pleasure was immense
But the grip of the vine the grip of the vine
Her cigarette wedged aside her wrinkled ring finger
The tan line from her bra strap
Reminded me of you Margaret and something you had said
To hold and be held
I wanted you inside of me and you toasted the town
Tasted your tongue
Clasping my gown
Was it only enough to make you laugh?
In gaze or grasp
completely utterly helplessly broken
The jeopardy soft dared not be spoken of
If the obituaries and plans
Were all so circumstantial to demand of and declare:
"We don't need poets we need pistols
To frolic on the bandstands and shoot through your windows"
A teller of stories a teller of lies
Eerie coming home to steal the prize
I saw the mountain lion again
It was me who almost killed him
At the drive-in movie Margaret
I thought I saw you sobbing
Only at summer's end is it me you would be admiring
Arguing between the pawn shop and the quick loans' exposed wiring
My expression in your glasses I almost saw you smiling