Blessed Be

I hang my limbs I fold them around the fire Had a hand full of fives Used to have a dog in the war Beneath my snake skin boots I pulled my one last dime And then I paid a big burnt moon A rainy night in early June Blessed be the crooked one Wrapped up in sheets of my bed It's hard to believe in life and love From the depth and the doom in my head All the smoke from the wildfire Crept through the brush of my mind Plumes of brown like budding rose beds Symbols all misaligned She was a passing ship at night I set my sights on the horizon Spot land, I'm the lucky one Bake in the heat of the high sun Blessed be the crooked one Wrapped up in sheets of my bed It's hard to believe in life and love From the depth and the doom in my head Blessed be the crooked one Wrapped up in sheets of my bed