I saw a raven on the radar tower
Looking out over fields of desolation
Cawing out his commands
To passing foot soldiers
As they talked, unaware
He was so proud and imposing
Yet ominous
Gleaming in the sun
Like a General in black
Surveying the war efforts
Of his own encampment.

no news is good news
just as long as i am lying here with you,
and though we're fools
still i want just to hold you.

in my mind are these rolling hills
and these green, green fields,
the fog is everywhere
and i'll always remember
because you were there.

terra-cotta woman
my celtic queen,
you work with clay
giving form its birth,
to shape this day
you have turned to the earth,
terra-cotta woman
my celtic queen.

and when i get home
i want to unplug the phone,
turn the lamp down low,
because no news is good news
just as long as i am staying here with you
and though we're fools
still i want just to hold you.

© 2000

Mercy, Almighty King;
Though arteries be congealing,
America's going a'mealing.