written by



John R. Cash and John Carter Cash











She stepped down from her carriage at 10 Vermillon Street



I took off my roustabout and slung it to her feet



We went into her parlor and she cooled me with her fan



But said i'll go no further with a fantasy makin' man







I said i'd walk on Ponchatrain for what you have today



Just to drink from your deep well and i'll be on my way



She laughed and heaven filled the room said this i give to you



This body's wisdom is the flesh,but here's a thing or two















Death and hell are never full



And neither are the eyes of men



Cats can fly from nine stories high



And pigs can see the wind







She let me make my pallet in the moonlight on the floor



Just outside of paradise but right in hell's back door



The image of her nibbled at the eye of my soul



My dreams were a hurricane and quite out of control







Then her voice came through the storm it's more than flesh ideal



You will have to pay for any wisdom that you steal



I awoke to tinted windows and lavender and red



The first station of the cross is just above my head



I awoke to gargoyles and a hard bench for my bed



Jesus Christ and Pontias Pilate were just above my head







Death and hell are never full



And neither are the eyes of men



Cats can fly from nine stories high



And pigs can see the wind