Last summer night’s dream

Somebody’s hanging from a tree

            The moon is paralyzed by lemon juice

            The farmer’s ferry’s riding

 

Hands of shame

 

I’m standing on something (I’m walking on ice)

 

You can’t offer or demand

Only try to understand

 

You’re far too late

            Too late

09-01-1988

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