Nail

So we went that way to Big Smoke

Cat on a hot tin Tennessee

And my town shoes, your golden slippers

And Hart Crane's guarantee

All these shattered little coastal towns

Full of stutterers and lispers

Dark sunglasses, wide brimmed hats

And whispers, whispers

And I looked at the sky, it looked like rain

The towers of Babel gonna come down again

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For want of a nail, the shoe was gone

For want of a shoe, the horse can't run

For want of a horse, the rider's no more

For want of a rider, we lost the saddle

We lost the battle and then we lost the war

And I was never the man that I used to be

Just the boy most likely you ever did see

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