Mexican War Streets (Revisited)

Though by the path I lead
The passing of time and the pouring of tea
Are all I've lately seen

Until our temporal bridge be burned
Until our anchor stocks hold firm
Where the hands of clocks don't turn
O my soul

May our lips remain discreet
While your traps are beneath our feet--
But how long before our tails are caught
By our "free" thought?

Sugar in the cane, candles low
Kettle on the flame for the teapot? No
Sugar in the cane, candles low

On the Streets of Mexican Wars
I battle with the memory of a first fight
In our contemptible youth
I quoted White Nights
Thinking that'd get rid of you
And waited with a stone in my hand
But you were right
That nature had another plan
Nature had another plan

Sugar in the cane, candles low
On the West End Bridge looking down at the Ohio
Sugar in the cane, candles gone
You panic like a mouse when the lights go on
Sugar in the cane, candles low