we hit the floor   just like her blue silk slip   dark puritan rose   to the curve ofher hip   I did not know   it was too much   too much for me to handle   to be shown to the heart of the matter   by your holy candle      the clank of your second hand   the stare of your glass eye   have I no wisdom   that is not wise   in that way we laid the rail   a woven handmade indian   I spoke and understood   your golden virginian      still not a day goes by   something always   something always by and by      sing the same old song   in the same old way   through mystic maze of memory   our days of disarray   stood still in the same place twice   just to cast a shadow   cast down by a western sun   you have the right to know