There go your knees. She speaks your name,
Like it was proof. But her fingers on her lips
Are like a penny for a fuse. Here comes the night, there go your knees, reaching for
the floor. And fish jump in her boat all day,
And flog your feet like steel. There go the dead. And when she calls upon the dead,
To stand up in her place,
They’ll raise the roof up overhead,
And speak out from her face. She’s a-hauling cane like it was gold. And there she goes. The carnies kick the gravel,
And they wait for you in town,
They pull back on the lever,
And they bring the truck around. Out through the roof. You say I’ll stand guard down here, she stands in the
door,
With a pony on the tether pulling cold and sugarcane. And it would take,
All the world to go,
The town will burn,
For all you know.