Cousins
Just paint a picture of the world in gentle pastel shades
Indistinct and somehow blurred like childhood escapades
The painting box is rather dear but the paints themselves are cheap
Leave your pack at the side of the road, I'll show you where to sleep.
Dead brown weeds in a ditch at the side of a field of burning corn
The road opens out before you like the womb where you were born
There's no need to pretend again to try and earn your keep
Leave your pack at the side of the road, I'll show you where to sleep.
And crowd will gather in the sun as stone madonnas weep
And the shepherd is a good man as he tends his flock of sheep.
And you find your tortoise shell is getting rather tight
You can wrap yourself in your magic cloak and disappear from sight
And I will stand guard over you as through the door you creep
Leave your pack at the side of the road, I'll show you where to sleep.