Faking Dylan #4

This night is as long as this road has its wings
The dark and the wet and the cold and the strings
I’m walking, I’m waiting for all different things
The choirs in the sanctuaries stand up and sing
The kids on the playgrounds rock back on the swings

An apple, an orange, a peach and a plum
There isn’t no telling just what we have done
By hitching a ride with some drunken old bum
And telling him lies and stealing his rum
With no place for starting, how far have we come

This night is not empty, this night is not full
A chicken, a horse and a cow and a bull
All stand beside fences, gathering wool
Inside within kitchens they stand on a stool
A Chevy, a streetlight, an owl and a mule

Copyright 2016

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