Tired old levee

 

Tired old levee, I see you standing strong

All day long driven down into the ground.

And when the moon rises above the clouds

It’s me n you, my friend, my compadre in time --

Sitting down here out of sight, out of mind

An autumn leaf blows onto my ragged boots

Is there nothing that does not whisper my doubts?

My silhouette is shown pissing against the moon

By the light cast from society’s cold flame --

The one we carry with us to the grave.

Cold, biting wind that blows against my chin

Why don’t they build walls to obstruct your flow?

You come in just as I arrive nearly at the divine

And lash my face with an arctic kind of hell -- 

Damn you wind, you’re out of control! 

Ah! I hear a coyote in the distance howling

For some reason my heart is particularly fond of him

Prowling around looking for a scrap or injured fawn.

But an animal is just an animal so I must admit --

I think it’s only my own weakness I see in him