“Waltzes through Tangier”
Nov. 2017
Let me sing for you
Let me croon a tune
Yes, let me cry for you
Oh please god, let me try for you
There’s a time and a place
Where my heart never paces
But here I am face to face
With all my thoughts and allegations
We’ll hold out a hand
Lent alone for the martyred man
Who spent hours and weeks
Wielding smiles so to speak
Now he waltzes through Tangier
With rose colored eyes and weary ears
Listening hard for the beast
Who’s raging heart beat he could not keep
Settled down for a time
Now he tells a long tale in a lonely line
So I’m saddled in his shadow
As dead as some holy pharoah
And fastened to my feet
The cold ground I plan to keep
I’ve been fasting now for weeks
In hopes that a god to me will reach
But buried deep beneath that skin,
Was that damned old darling beast again
Still let me sing for you
Let me croon a tune
Let me cry for you
Please god, I’m trying for you