fall on me

fall on me

birds of a feather in a featherless cap

poor lovers breed songs in a two-room flat

moist hands fold to pray for a painless truth

we dance on the tracks of a train called

youth

truth's on the table like a toxic spill

and we wrestle in the sheets with our own freewill

if we never shake hands with a phantom called fame

I'll still have your picture in a picture

frame

if you should fall

fall on me



forty-acre farm we can call our own

with a chocolate lab and no telephone

the full moon's leering in a lover's swoon

and the apple tree's swaying to a windy

tune

(save me I'm falling for you)

but we won't get to heaven if we just sit still

if we don't cry murder maybe no one will

we're riding tandem down Sycamore hill

if we hit the brakes we're gonna take a big spill

if you should fall

fall on me



and if my hand were taken hold of

I'd slip away with you love

slip away with you love