Sunset Studies

You are the queen of a dust bowl, Ex to a crier in a town of ashes, This is what happens when a great love crashes. Tonight you let me see you, For the first time, in a long time, For the first time, in a time Without the fear of going blind, Without the fear of going blind... In a den of quitters in a hall of hosts, Between worn out waltzes and wedding toasts I heard a man confess that what he struggles with most Is the freedom for so long. Without a strong enough voice to tell him what's wrong, Without a will, without a prayer, without a passionate song to sing... Our favorite sons, our polished metal guns, Plagues, mermaids, setting suns Our favorite sons, our polished metal guns, Plagues, mermaids, setting suns Well all by and by and all through and through, This is the only thing that comes back to you, How you banged her on a cannon in a World War Two park in Gundagai, O come on guy, O come on, you were born red-eyed and screaming, You mother was beaming, she trembled, And dabbed your eyes with mercury and rained on you the blessings three. You were a babe of Spring now what's it going to be. Sunshine Our favorite songs, our polished metal guns. Plagues, mermaids, setting suns Our favorite sons, our polished metal guns, Plagues, mermaids, setting suns Upon all brave new breeds of old disease On rotten roots of family trees, On sold out universities, Other sunset studies and these. --- Sunset Studies - Augie March