Around the hanging tree last night
You come down from your cloud to say
That here beside the glow of God's own gaslight
We were saved
And when she finally heard the news
It was a year ago today
She wept over her coffee in the drawing room
As if to say
Three wishes for the race of man
Three stitches in the guiding hand
It is written that it all trickles down
Three to watch while the elephant bled
Three graces return in chains to the homestead
It is written that it all trickles down
Tall tales of a former life here
Your letters were a legend but you lied
It was the glow on your daddy's Chrysler
That finally made me blind
And in the upstairs bedroom
Your head was slowly swelling as your cried
My God, I think this holy water's
Finally eating me alive
It's fine
It's okay
I don't think it matters