Where the workers stand in querulous rows awaiting dislocation
I will be there too
When youre cashing in your food stamps
When youre sleeping in a cattle train
Ill be with you
Pushing up against the ticket counter window face against the glass
Bleeding from the waist and kissing to be chaste
It is said that those who will not rest have been cursed
To tramp like soldiers through the marshes
Or that blessed are the ones who leave the stage
Like babies falling fast asleep
So I twice am cursed and twice am stuck
Affixed to this corner of the earth.
That old river keeps on rolling but the old man doesnt see it,
He just stands there with his eyes closed
Asking whered you go? whered you go?
So wherever you may sleep tonight,
Be it bed or bedrock, home, or open field
When you begin to yield, then, whatever you have taken as your pillow,
May it serve as mine as well.
Underneath the weeping willow I will wait for you forever,
My eyes forever closed, asking whered you go? whered you go?
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