Lemon Tree

The pastor stood at odds with every sermon read

And once he learned to speak in nods he never had

To wear a chef's collar, what a shame

Think hard a word he said

You shouldn't live to second guess what

Certain thoughts they think they ought

To roam the sheets before you dressed

And drag you down the stairway rare

And only now to dawn the morning spread

And pile the plates the size of towers

'Cause then you'll just go back to bed

I took you for a sailing boat

A steady calm, a radiant float

I swam with shattered waves until I saw that I was made

Of shattered culture

So I went from a lake of muck with thinning ice

A hollow tongue, knuckle dry

The wooden boat many bodies but a stone

Now I'm given only what I've found

I hear you're living deep inside the ground

Now I'm given only what I've found

Oh, I hear you're living deep inside the ground

A walking sock, a cleaning dress

A master sweep, a leather feet

He'd sure take a pound of flesh if he would only show some teeth

And meet you where you came to grow a lemon tree

And a note delivered down

The rope's an awful thing to give to someone happy underground

Now I'm given only what I've found

I hear you're living deep inside the ground

Oh, now I'm given only what I've found

Oh, I hear you're living deep inside the ground