Sun just clearing the tree line when my day begins   Slippery ice on the bridges, Northeastern wind coming in   You will bruise my head, I will strike your heel   Drive past woods of northern pine, try not to let go of the wheel      Dream at night, girl with the cobra tattoo   on her arm, its head flaring out like a parachute      Prisms in the dewdrops in the underbrush   skate case sailors' purses floating down in the black needle rush   Higher than the stars I will set my throne   God does not need Abraham, God can raise children from stones      Dream at night, girl with the cobra tattoo    And try to hear the garbled transmissions coming through