Andy, do you love me?   Do you think about it? Will you say?   Turning brushwood into blazes   Turning summer grass into hay   Turning sharply past the graveyard   To the lakefront   With the black waves licking up the stones   To the swayed back screened in front porch   Who could ever stay the weight   Of flesh and bones      Andy, aren't you tired?   From the sun and rain, river soaking you   From the beer cans on your dashboard   And the bullet hole glass spiderweb   Staining your rear view   I have watched you watch an empty road   Is it only her upon which   All of you is depending   To fill your twenty hour work day   While all the fences In this county still need mending, hey      And in the night I do my checking   Fix the broken parts with visions of rare beauty   But in my heart I know I'm second   Forever fixed in your pursuit   It is my duty, hey      Andy, will you toss me?   A little scrap of something that I can taste   Instead of dust from all the leaving   And the smell of summer lying here to waste   Under the burnt pyre of all the castaway   Tiny shoots will spring like questions   Will you take me?   Out to the fenced hill sprinkled with horses   Wild in resistence to the taming   Will you break me? Will you break me?