The road is stricken sodden with rain Wilber's cleaning blood off the cane Joan is painting flowers on flags Time is dressing Rembrandt in rags Green skies: the hail's coming in tonight I know a man inside dying of stage fright And if you see me stare into the starless void and if you see me looking oh so paranoi... alright Boreas is blowing a gale The hammer is forsaking the nail