Curtain Call

She's the tundra's soft moan She's the heedless rain on the road headed home She thinks I'm guilty of this prose But I haven't wrote since the creek out back froze Whether the flowers are rare or common Don't matter at all 'Cause her hand holds a rose & her heads out the window And her hair flows like oaks in autumn With beauty in a stranglehold In the Yukon you knew before the lupine grew that you'd go She's the bell's broken toll No need to ask she don't toll for me no more She's the wind-up bird in flight But once unwound will fall from the sky Whether the towers are manned or abandoned Don't matter at all 'Cause the guard of my heart fell asleep at the curtain call And our time slows like wind through a bottle Whistlin' the same tune from high to low And when everything's still You'll be halfway to him but alone Whether the towers are manned or abandoned Don't matter at all 'Cause the guard of my heart fell asleep at the curtain call And our time slows like wind through a bottle Whistlin' the same tune from high to low And when everything's still You'll be halfway to him but alone Oh when everything's still You'll be halfway to him but alone