Red Apple Falls

I was not woken by the rooster Nor by the crow's tough song But the midnight cry of a blood red bird Brought this sleeplessness on Threw open the window Moonlight on a black garden of thorns And the cool wind on my sweat What cries home Where cries f

Most of my fantasies are of Making someone else come Most of my fantasies are of To be of use To be of some hard Simple Undeniable use Like a spindle Like a candle Like a horseshow Like a corkscrew To be of use To be of use Most of my fantasies are o

I was a stranger When i came to town Just yesterday I was a stranger They dont come much stranger So why Why did you believe All every word I said Why did you believe Believe a stranger A stranger And why do you women in this town Let me look at you