Sadie

Sadie White coat You carry me home And bury this bone And take this pinecone Bury this bone To gnaw on it later, gnawing on the telephone And 'till then, we pray and suspend The notion that these lives do never end And all day long we talk about mercy Lead me to water Lord, I sure am thirsty Down in the ditch where I nearly served you Up in the clouds where he almost heard you And all that we built And all that we breathed And all that we spilt Or pulled up like weeds Is piled up in back And it burns irrevocably And we spoke up in turns