Somewhere in his bag he keeps a picture of his dad,
and in the picture he looks close to our age.
All the power in the world to change, forty years later everything about the man is the same,
everything about the man is the same.
All except his eyes, the lucky buckets welling up
with things he would and things he would never say.
I look in them now and they are satisfied and empty
as a promise kept and carried away,
as a promise kept and carried to sea.
Babies in a basket, pass me on to you for whom
lying is sport and i am playing along.
Cortes says in Santa Fe there is a day the city lights up
like a trail of tears hanging on.
Everyone a paper bag.
Everyone's a paper bag.
Every one a paper bag, you fill it half with sand
and light a candle in the eye of the sand.
He put his broken gun in my hand.
He put his broken gun in my hand.
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