She is wearing a complexion

like the inside of a church

that has never seen two lovers

Just before they lose their thirst

She likes nature in spite of

What nature did to her

And she loves enough to jaywalk

Enough to get hurt



And if she falls in the path of

the midday traffic

I will sleep by the bed of a broken statue



Radio for help now

She's gone missing again

Without a raincoat or a hairbrush

Without a witness or a trail

We like Nature in spite of

What Nature does to us

And we love to jaywalk

But not enough to get hurt



And if she walks in the path

of the midday traffic

I will keep by the grave of a broken statue



If she walks in the path

Of the midday traffic

I will walk in the path

Of the midday traffic

And she falls in the path

Of the midday traffic

I will keep by the grave of a broken statue