shown to me through the curtain   two at sitting, pouring wine   glasses fill, then the empty   dirty certain outlines mime   in the bloom find the phrases   hear their tremors give away   all the weight they are throwing   amounts to nothing, the grander play      let go of the precious- so sweet   bore honey holes- in me   to prance in spite-   the laughter fills the cavern   swing low my precious- wade deep   in facey seas- the weak   offerings- ashes on the altar      sordid deeds news the knell tolls   set the blazing rumors free   on the good backs the wicked   ride to victory, by decree   so hide the need from the gazers   shortage foreseen from inside   what remains of alligators   will make cases for the ride      let go of the precious- so sweet   bore honey holes- in me   to prance in spite-   the laughter fills the cavern   swing low my precious- wade deep   in facey seas- the weak   offerings- ashes on the altar      he cries, with weathervanes in his eyes   so why would he stay when there is no surer way   before tomorrow comes a time   crush the budding blinders in his mind   'cause it is so hard, long yards   the wheel ruts, so turn-turn turn-turn, turn-turn turn-turn      let go of the precious- so sweet   bore honey holes- in me   to prance in spite-   the laughter fills the cavern   swing low my precious- wade deep   in facey seas- the weak   offerings- ashes on the altar