Curtains

I found a well Lost for many years It tasted sweet I soaked my feet And I was on my way I could see him from the main road In the flames of the motel A darkened sky that carried my farewell I traveled south Across the Iron Bridge I passed the signs And tangled vines And I was on my way Sent him voices on a postcard So he wouldn't know I'd gone A folded bird who all my words fell on Said, no sunlight on your window No movement on your wall Strip away these sad old curtains And hear me call It was a year When I thought of him Where I had gone What I had done And I was on my way In the fall I dreamt of rescues And my eyes began to burn One final lie that swallowed my return There's no hero at your window There ain't no postcards on your wall I'll strip away these sad old curtains We hear you call --- Curtains - Hem