The Sandhill Crane glides low,
Reflecting in the rippling mirror,
The tips of its unbroken wings
Caressing the edge of the water.
That’s how I wish my lips
Knew yours.

I wish I could alter the flora,
The gilded meadow,
To spell out your name with
Purple and Mexican Butterfly ****,
Maybe then you’d fly back to me,
And never leave.

Where did you soar off to?
Where did you go?
Possibly to Hoosier Hill,
Or to Hemlock Cliffs,
Where you rightly belong,
Because of your elevated beauty.

How selfish of me.
Who was I to think that
I could steal you away, that I
Could own something so brilliant,
Like trying to take the sun
And getting burned?

I glide low on the water’s edge,
My pain reflects in the ripples.
I wish I could hold you,
The way the tree limbs hold
The Inca dove’s nest.
I wish my heart
Knew yours.

I spent 83 days wondering why
1,992 hours crying
And 7,171,200 seconds dying a little more inside

I can't say I'm sorry for what happened before
I left because
I didn't matter to you anymore

oh the joys of idyllic
small town life in this
whitewashed village where
everyone knows everyone
and everyone knows
everyone’s business

where the groceries are
overpriced and the taxes
are high and everyone but
the wife knows he’s cheating

where everything is a scandal
and nobody will admit to knowing
anything but they’ll still talk
about it behind closed doors

there are supposedly prostitutes
on main street but i only ever see
the drunk and drugged out there
and if someone is single there is
someone determined
to find them a match

all and all a very pleasant
charming life we lead here
what with all the arrests
and the highway department
yammering away on things
and the way the tops of the semis
scrape the bottom of the
traffic lights on their way though

something charming about
the way the sides of the buildings
all need a good power washing
and there’s probably lots of
good clean arsenic in
the water supply

scenic
a most sleepy
little burg
they say

spend some time
with us and
you’ll find a community
you’ll find a home

you’ll also
find a thing or two
you’ll wish
you didn’t know

Like the soft green grass
'neath
the morning dew
I'm thinking 'bout you

The tides and change
happens to everything
and everyone that
you ever knew

I can't remember
the whens or whys
we were divided
in two

Cassidy . . .

Ah ! The nightime stars
appear so near
yet they are so far
We have cut their beams

We had our plans
The world was our's
if it was only
in our dreams

Oh ! Cassidy

You drove your car
a Cadillac
the top pulled down
and the radio on

I asked you ,"Where ?"
you said,"I don't care
as long
as we are moving on."

Remember those
night time wails
and the days
we spent in jail

The women we met
The broken drum set
The times we said ,
"We're going to Hell !"

Oh ! Cassidy !

In Mexico you
met your match
on the railroad tracks
trying to escape the pain

Your hand was hot
but the deck was stacked
so you cashed
out of the game

The Tequila was warm
but the night
was cold
and your clothes were thin

You went to sleep
and left
the pain behind
never to wake again

Cassidy , oh Cassidy !

Like the soft green grass
beneath
the morning dew
I'm thinking 'bout you