Well, I said, the night was cold,
And now the sun is growing old
Above the street lights and the trees

The evening wears a sandstone crown,
So you dress up, I'll dress down
And we'll make a spiral in the breeze


Nine A.M. to noon was mine,
But you stepped out of a cello line

While I was looking for a friend
And on the afternoon that we
Went sailing on the dried-up sea,

You gave me a look I wanted to see again

But the tide was coming in

And though it wore a lion's skin
We slipped into its judgment like a stone
And now I swim alone


The desert sky was stripped and bare
And you and I were standing where

The distant mountain air slipped through the door
The past was just potato stew
And as I caught a glimpse of you

I knew you were the poet we were looking for

With the valley such a brilliant sight,

I missed the girl just to your right,
So now eighteen holes will rearrange
Half was Texas swinging low

The other half was in Mexico
You and I, we never seen the change


With the river switching ways
I was losing track of the days
And we slipped into their judgment like a stone

And now I swim alone