Adam and Eve hold hands at Widow’s Peak
they listen to the war on the radio
while the signal fades further and further
they practice card tricks and they learn to speak
they trade stamps for conversation
while a language gets smaller and smaller
that’s not all I mean
I try to work from best intentions
but we lose things in our sleep
we never knew we had
and we never thought we’d need
so we all wait around for Sweet Loretta
if you want a break a day she trades you break of night
she says the world is good
stick around
just another hour ’till daylight
Godot opened a tab at Balthazar
he’s got an empty picture frame from a lost time
keeps saying that he misses Joan of Arc
and he shuffles magazines at the bar
he told Joan he’d bring her back a god
but all he found was clothes and movie stars
that’s not all I mean
I can trace them in a dream
like wax paper
on newspaper
and we all wait around for Sweet Loretta
If you want an eye for an eye she’ll trade you back your sight
she says the world is good
you just mixed up the pieces
stick around
just another hour ’till daylight
she keeps talking about a red sea
but the people just laugh harder and harder
her love letters are thrown over the edge
she says I feel in life I am in death
it’s all a memory that gets covered in water
and that’s not all I mean
we just have the time they gave us (I see red skies above the city – us)
so I’m going back to see you
and though I cross my heart
I don’t hope to save us
and we all wait around for Sweet Loretta
who am I to say no to such delight
she says, ‘You are good, baby,
stay with me
just another hour till daylight’