Andy
Do you love me
Do you think about it
Will you say
Turning brushwood
Into blazes
Turning summer grass
Into hay
Turning sharply
Past the graveyard
To the lakefront
With the black waves
Licking up the stones
To the swayed back
Screened in front porch
Who could ever stay the weight
Of flesh and bones

Andy
Aren?t you tired
From the sun and rain
And river soaking you
From the beer cans
On your dashboard
And the bullet hole
Glass spiderwe
Staining your rear view
I have watched you
Watch an empty road
Is it only her
Upon which you all
Of you is depending
To fill your twenty
Hour work day
While all the fences
In this county still need mending
Hey

And in the night
I do my checking
And fix the broken parts
With visions of rare beauty
But in my heart I know I?m second
Forever fixed in your pursuit
It is my duty
Hey

Andy
Will you toss me
A little scrap of something
That I can taste
Instead of dust from
All the leaving
And the smell of summer
Lying here to waste
Under the burnt pyre
Of all the cast away
The tiny shoots will spring
Like questions
Will you take me
Out to the fenced hill
Sprinkled with horses
Wild in resistence to the taming
Will you break me
Will you break me