Thin Blue Flame

I became a thin, blue flame
Polished on a mountain range
Over hills and fields, I flew
Wrapped up in a royal blue

I flew over Royal City last night
Bullfighter on the horns of a new moonlight
Caesar’s ghost, I saw the wartime tides
The prince of Denmark’s father still and quiet
The whole world was looking to get drowned
Trees were a fist shaking themselves at the clouds
I looked over curtains, oh, it's then that I knew
That only a full house gonna make it through

I became a thin, blue wire
That held the world above the fire
So it was I saw behind
Heaven’s just a thin, blue line

If God’s up there, he’s in a cold, dark room
The heavenly host are just the cold, dark moons
He bent down and made the world in seven days
And ever since he’s been a-walking away
Mixing with nitrogen in lonely holes
Where neither seraphim or raindrops go
I see an old man wandering the halls alone
But only a full house gonna make a home

And I became a thin, blue stream
The smoke between asleep and dreams
And in that clear, blue undertow
Saw Royal City far below

Borders soft with refugees
Streets a-swimming with amputees
It’s a Bible or a bullet they put over your heart
It’s getting harder and harder to tell them apart
The days are nights and the nights are long
Beating hearts blossom into walking bombs
And those still looking in the clear, blue sky for a sign
Get missiles from so high they might as well be divine
And now the dogs are howling at your door
Singing about vengeance like it’s the joy of the lord
Bringing justice to the enemies, not the other way 'round
They’re guilty where killed and they’re killed where they’re found
If what’s loosed on earth will be loosed up on high
It’s a hell of a heaven we must go to when we die
Where even Laurel begs Hardy for vengeance, please
The fat man's crying on his hands and his knees
Back in the peacetime, he caught roses on the stage
Now, he twists indecision, takes bourbon for rage

Lead pellets peppering aluminum
Halcyon, laudanum and opium
He sings kiss thee Hardy, this poisoned cup
His winding sheet is busy winding up
In darkness, he looks for the lights that have died
You need faith for the same reasons that it’s so hard to find
And this whole thing is headed for a terrible wreck
And like good tragedy, that’s what we expect

At night, I make plans for a city laid down
Like the hips of a girl on the spring-covered ground
Spirals and capitals and the twists of a script
Streets named for heroes that could almost exist
Fruit trees from Eden and the gardens that seem
To float like the smoke from a lithium dream
Cedar trees growing in the cool of the squares
Young women walking in the portals of prayer
The future glass buildings and the past an address
The weddings in pollen and the wine bottomless
And all wrongs forgotten and all vengeance made right
The suffering verbs put to sleep in the night

The future descending like a bright chandelier
The world just beginning and the guests in good cheer
In Royal City, I fell into a trance
Cause it’s hell to believe there ain’t a hell of a chance

I woke beneath a clear, blue sky
The sun a shout, the breeze a sigh
The old hometown and the streets I knew
Wrapped up in a royal blue

I heard my friends laughing out across the fields
Girls in the gloaming and the birds on the wheel
The raw smell of horses and the warm smell of hay
Cicadas electric in the heat of the day
A run of Three Sisters and the flush of the land
And the lake was a diamond in the valley’s hand
The straight of the highway and the scattered out hearts
They were coming together, they were pulling apart
And angels everywhere were in my midst
In the ones that I loved, in the ones that I kissed
I wondered what it was I’d been looking for above
Heaven's so big, there ain’t no need to look up
So I stopped looking for royal cities in the air
Only a full house gonna have a prayer

Only a full house
Only a full house