Oh You Greg Brown

With your measured abandon and your farmer's walk
With your "let's go" smile and your bawdy talk
With your mother's burden and your father's stare
With your pretty dresses and your ragged underwear
Oh you

With your heart-shaped rocks and your rocky heart
With your worn-out shoes and your eagerness to start
With your sudden lust on an old dirt path
With your candle-lit prayers and your lonely bath
Oh you

Now you stand at the station and you look at the sky
And the train rolled in and it went on by
You had packed up your suitcase, you had saved up the fare
And you don't know why, but you're still standing there

With your pledge of allegiance and your ringless hand
With your young woman's terror and your old woman's plan
With your sister's questions and your brother's tears
With your empty womb and the forsaken years
Oh you

With your barroom poems and your Sinatra songs
With your twenty notebooks each five pages long
With your secret hideout made of leaves and mud
With your pocket knife and your roaring blood
Oh you