The Hellhound’s Address

I was but a waif, just a-waitin' to be taken
By a stiff breeze, a hellhound or a full moon
Yes, my eyes were so wild, and my time, it was almost through

But lo! behold
In the half-wrecked seventh ward
(cockfights in the twilight, under broken streetlights)
A vagabond with strong arms said:
"I will do you no harm"

We fit together, together like two birds in a little nest
Two tired birds who flew 'cross the desert in one long stretch
Oh, two lonesome doves, come now and take you a good rest
Now our feathers fall, our feathers fall together

Now I've returned from the airless expanse
Of the stratosphere, stratosphere, stratosphere
After all that slaughter, dear
We've nothing left to fear
After all that slaughter, dear
We've nothing left to fear
Oh, hellhound: lay down
We've nothing left to fear

We fit together, together like two birds in a little nest
And now our feathers fall, our feathers fall together

Who would have guessed?
Your hand-rolled cigarette lit by a burning stick
A burning stick, a burning stick
Oh strange as it may seem, I've seen it before in a dream
Oh strange as it may seem, I've seen it before in a dream
Oh, hellhound: lay down
You ain't as bad as you seem