Rollin' down the sunbeams
burnin' in the wind
her hair hung like a sacrament
our bodies to begin.

Spanish moss was a'droppin' down
just to touch her shinin' skin
and I felt just like a lover
when she asked me to come in.

She showed me her possessions
of animals and glass.
She said that her body was ended
but I'm a man and I never asked.

Laughin' in the cradle
held there by the past
her eyes were like some river
without a shadow cast.

Then she opened the picture
of Lucifer in chains.
She said you got no idea
how to feel each time it rains.

People on the sidewalk
they don't even know my name.
Still I live with my confessions.
I expect you do the same.