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 me
Here in the shelter
No one afraid