All the poems of my neighbors
That drift across the sand
Are just the tendrils
Of a vast
But gentle plant which they command

The headdress of a goddess
You wore the night we came
Is only one small symptom
And really not to blame

You're riding a tiger
Riding a tiger

Heaven sent the mortals
Ranged upon the wall
And likewise
All the missiles
Shot to make them fall

Effortlessly moving
Picture into frame

Riding a tiger
Riding a tiger
Riding a tiger
Over the bleachers
Into the sky
Into the reach of some
Cool goodbye

Key grip was crying
Best boy was made
Here in the shelter
No one afraid