well i felt like i was born today   so i took it upon me to go away   to gather my thoughts and go away   where i could (be used by) somebody   now over the hill, like always you know   were billy and frankie and henry and joe   and they beat and broke me hard and slow   to prove i was nobody   and no one i was and so i remained   knocked-out in a hut, no mother, no name   and filled up my heart with one and the same   that grand dark feeling of emptiness   and was it a friend that turned me loose   or was it a girl come to baste my goose   or was it my great god who laid on his finger   and started my clock anew   ah no, it was rain   ah no, it was gunning   it was point break and buckle   and singing and cunning   that skinned me, re-skinned me   and started me running   and i never looked back from then on   and now i am learning bit by bit   about to make and model shit   the muddy bowl i live in it   and all the mucks that tire us   and im afeared if i dont have   a piglet, lamb, or little calf   ill chop my humanness in half   and be as worm or virus   but kids ive had and they are sung   upon folks ears my babes are hung   rhythmically they live among   and grow but dont get old   not in a box, not in a void   not if their voice is never heard   nor if no one repeats a word   but if their tune is told   then we can age and fall away   to meet again some golden day   and fill it in our happy way   in starlight and in gold