Lunar Rings

She has dancer’s legs
And eyes that glow like Mexico
And she moves like fireflies
Through Jackson Pollack southern skies
She’s falling like dominoes
Where she lands nobody knows
Her hair rolls like waterfalls
Or golden tears she never shows
She is counting on lunar rings
Though she’s never been one for astronomy
She is shivering in the northern wind
She is begging, begging to begin
She’s counting lunar rings
Though she’s never been one for astronomy
She’s shivering in the wind
Begging, begging to begin
She’s been six years on the road
In search of Jericho
She’s taken refuge
In a vision of Calypso
She lost her lover
Who was both forbidden and estranged
She charts the planets
To see if things will ever change
She is counting on lunar rings
Though she’s never been one for astronomy
She is shivering in the northern wind
She is begging, begging to begin
She’s counting lunar rings
Though she’s never been one for astronomy
She’s shivering in the wind
Begging, begging to begin