Poet, Fool Or Bum

She came running down the highway, naked as the sun
Said she are you going my way poet, fool or bum
Red hair had she, saw right through me, but what could she see?
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No… I’m only me
When her left hand touched the water fire and smoke did come
Laughing like some virgin’s daughter, said she run for run.
Freedom sleeps in caves where dreams are just in dreams we’re free
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No… I’m only me
Interlude with humming:
Lee says something here I can’t understand
Put her cruel lips to a bottle, label Christmas Day
Said she everyday is Christmas, drink some while you may.
Touched the bottle, broke into the cross of calvary
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No… I’m only me
Then she gave me toy soldiers, bright and shiny new.
Take them, said she, to the children, they’ll know what to do.
Soon their games of madness will become reality
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No… I’m only me
Said she’d take me to the morning rains my soul’s on fire
I said morning rains I’ve heard will wash away desire
She grew angry wings and left in circled finity
A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum?
No… I’m only me
No… I’m only me
No… I’m only me