Your flavor in my mind swings back and forth between;
sweeter than any wine and bitter as mustard greens,
and it's light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread.
Go plow some other field and try and forget my name
we'll see what harvest yields and supposing i'd do the same...
You're a door without a key, a field without a fence.
You made a holy fool of me and I've thanked you ever since.
If she comes circling back we'll end where we'd begun
like two pennies on the train track the train crushed into one.
But if I'm a crown without a king, if I'm a broken open seed if I come without a thing, then i come with all i need. No boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head
the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead...
