Call me outside I'll come running down.

When I satisfied each need invented by my eye.
I was a nest by a fox's hole or dirt underneath
your boot soles.
When I satisfeid each need invented by my eye
it was nothing like I'd imagined.
Like cocaine, theri green eyes fixed on the
television to pass the time until their two miles
of elegant blinds halfway raised for the watching.

As you walked by, "look, come to the window
she carries a candle at mid-day while the sun's
still so high!"

But you knew better then than to pay mind to
what people and the devil say.

Call me outside, I'll come running down into the
vacant, intoxicating night.
Call me outside to their haunted streets.
Their red electric lights, I'm on the sad side
of nowhere town.
But sister I'm all you got so call me outside.
I'll come running down.

Then, not another word.


(by raft)