Nothing to Hide

Nothing To Hide

Oh what a dark and dismal day
And I, with my pruning shears,
Think I'll go out past the railroad tracks
And I won't come back without you, Dear
How you were cold, and your skin was cracked
Shoved in a shelter of fear
But the headlights drew close to your back-alley streets
Can you feel the heat coming near?
Hide- you've got nothing to hide
But you're under the thumb of Creation
With your mouth full of sand and your silence in hand
You will sink like a stone all the way back home
Oh what a clear and beautiful day
And I, with my pruning shears,
Think I'll go down to the subway train
And cultivate what I hear
The melody's ripe- the rhythm beats true
And that glorious harmony clear
Their voices, they reach, like light through a pane
Of stained glass, to my ears