Psalm 151

She said If you need to find a door inside of your head That leads to somewhere else I'll show it to you She told us all about Psalm 151 And what comes after Hallelujah She said I'll feed you in the morning, eggs on rye bread But you're sleeping on the floor Don't come to my bed It's too soon for you to see me With my wings spread But I've seen her wet with moonlight Praying in the street Feathers at her feet And I saw the small harp hanging That she never plays Waiting for the day When it all comes falling down And words fail me now Skipped meals We'll stay in Kansas city 'til the wound heals The government went bad, we got a raw deal A transangelic exodus on four wheels I've seen the broken halo That she never wears Hanging by the stairs Angel, I'll be your guardian if you'll be mine Authorities are trailing right behind I'm not afraid, we read the Psalms at night Clear through Nebraska with just one headlight --- Psalm 151 - Ezra Furman