baby wants to get in the money   oh she wants to share it with me   on Tuesdays we go walking,   talking about another degree      you can’t stop kicking the heart out   and you’re a practical mess   behind links of celebrity dropouts   you’re just a shepherd, but oh well      what makes the wild wind whistle?   what makes the birdies sing?   i’m hutched down in a huddle,   talking about another (?)      but oh, you’re 25 for an hour   and I’m related to it,   for hearts that don’t make sense      if music is my lover   you are just a tease   you make love to a shadow   whose face is hallow money