Artist: Al Stewart   Title: song out of clay   ------------------   "Oh I know that you are an artist" she said    "For you make your songs out of clay    You carry the dust on your hands and your face    You never quite brushed it away    You were trying to chisel a perfect truth    When the instrument broke in your hand    Now you sit all alone on the greenhouse roof    With your shoes full of sand"       And the golden rays of the sun divide    In the slanting mists of the rain    And Maggie is on the road again       "Oh I know that you were a sailor" she said    "Till you came too close to the shore    And like any shipwrecked sailor now    You live by an open door    And when evening sails in the masts of the trees    Your feet seem to slip on the ground    And you long for the little ship    In which you can safely drown"       And the silver mounds of the waves divide    At the feet of the wind and the rain    And Maggie is far at sea again       "0h I know that you were an outlaw" she said    "And you robbed both the rich and the poor    Now you seek my bed like a sanctuary    But you keep one eye on the door    And you press my hand in the dead of the night    And say I can heal all your wounds    In the morning your eyes just look hunted again    You'll be leaving soon"       And the silver, rays of the moon    divide In the slanting mists of the rain    And Maggie is on the prowl again       "So I know that you are an artist" she said    "And you make your songs out of clay    For you carry the dust on your hands and your face    You never quite brushed it away    And you work with your back to an open door    While the light is beginning to fade    And the windows are liquid the sky is alive       And the night is jade"And the silver rays of the moon    divide In the slanting mists of the rain    And Maggie is on the road again      And the silver rays of the moon divide    At the feet of the wind and the rain    And Maggie, I'm at your door again