The Devil's Harp

I tuned the Devil’s harp, it was the last thing that I heard
Before I walked the stretch of road between my Goya and absurd
I meant to find my Lover there, but I found a little bird
She sang me how the world was made, I hung on every word
She told me why the rabbit cries and why some stars were red
Told me where the doe pa goes to lay his weary head
And that the World was incomplete and the king would soon be dead
She offered me her wing that night, I took the road instead
Maybe I’m mad
Maybe I’ve fallen from the poplar tree
Carry me back, Baby
With borrowed pride I could not hid I grew a sailor’s beard
And as I walked, my innocence, my leaves they disappeared
Rented a room upon the hill where a marble cat appeared
He showed me where the fire was and I had nothing to fear
For all God’s good and Brotherhood, we drank til I was crowned
Then a Lady from the Everglades pulled my ass up off the ground
She kissed me four times on the cheek and once upon the brow
For a moment I believed that I had come for what I’d found
Now I sit alone with all the cracks in my guitar
For all the miles I’ve put behind I haven’t come that far
But we are all compelled to look for the wind inside a jar