I heard the bell ring I wondered who was there There was an orange sky behind the mountain Just a silhouette of a horizon And then I was in the car Looking out the back window And I saw the nose and eyes Closed on that ancient face And the corner of the post And the cut-gla** chandelier A flashlight looked at me I couldn't even see the hand The side of the wall had two windows Green light shone through them Maybe an ear and a touch of hair Somebody's at the door But it's so hard to see Imagination's taking over me I got geometric patterns There's lightning bolts and shafts of vapor And a long coat in the haze They're waiting for me to come and see them But I keep imagining it's not there It's back in the black and the red and the yellow And the storms and the arrows and hieroglyphics I can find out who you are I can think about the stairs (stares?)