Cradle to the Angel

From the thumper to the drinker,

The cradle to the angel

I'll be looking over you

Pass me up or lay me down

Once I wanted an explanation

But now I'd settle for just a soundWhat's the name they call ones like us:

A bouquet of shadows in the evening sun

I sat up late and watched you sleep

And you said you'd waited thirty years for meAnother painter-over hardwood floor

And off the hallway, dear, another trail of tears

Out past the couple, and onto the street

I emptied my flask out at your feetAustin are you calling

Atlanta are you there

Eupora are you dreaming

That you saw my darling dear