Old Song

They're shutting down the motel now
That his body was found
Lying in blue waters
On the shores of Terry Town

His body rose in women's clothes
And tangled on the dock
In Sunday's best
They'll lay to rest

I quit my job at the armory
And met you under the overpass
The sirens on the highway
High and silently it passed

We laid between the evergreens
I turned and heard you say
"It's good to be young and free"

Everything that money brings
It sure don't mean a damn
While you lie beside me
Where this wild highway spans

The unicorn defends himself
From man and hound, alike
But it don't win
And soon it's skinned

I stood outside your window
I couldn't see within
Your curtains faintly stirring
Like a restless little thing

I lit a smoke as morning broke
I knew it would be awhile
Before I'd find my peace of mind