Rust

Breaking up and breaking bones A guy offers you a home He has snakes in tanks, you put piglets in a box When you wear moon boots you can't wear socks You hang your children upon the walls On your shower curtain, the full moon falls And you catch it like a fisherboy in a shallow stream Who's never baited a hook nor seen a bream And you prepare to be a mourning son The air is heavy in your father's lungs The wishbone breaks as your mind turns What's to wish for when a man can learn You dreamt of the past but woke up in the now You thought you'd forget, so you wrote it down 240 pages, 10 000 fragments of confetti The sorrowed man's pen is a blind boy's machete You're in deeper waters now Your head is subdued, your toes touch the ground And here you can think of the nothing at all Or a calming mantra on which to drawl Ride into the morning sun The winds rush, your hair's undone The ocean breaks as you hear a song On your steel strings rusted for so long So ride into the sun Your hair's undone It's unfurled like the wisped wings Of an impossible thing So ride into the sun