Susan Miller Rag Bright Eyes

When all the knots of tension keep you from getting loose
Relax your love, relax your living and cruise
Past the peoples' choice and their backwards attitudes

When you're done all sleeping and all your dreams fall through
Relax your rush, relax your grieving
And lose yourself in the till of your woodwind solitude

Light in the corners of the room
In your Eighth House is a rising moon
Better get out of here soon

Far away from the rag trade
Fa away from this maritime state you're stuck in
Relax your law, relax your ego and groove
From the deep-sea dive to the nose-bleed altitudes

When you divide the memories outside the photo booth
Relax your cause, relax your feeling and choose
Not the one that you want but the one they just handed you

When wet tequila gimmicks starts off but gets you juiced
Relax your thoughts, relax your breathing and do
What you want, when you want, with whoever you wanted to

The sun's eclipsed as Saturn swoons
And you your Eighth House is a darkened room
Is it midnight or high noon?