She’s the last when a wick’s turned low

And she’s the first when day’s harbinger crows

And I, oh I am undone

He’s the last when a day’s work ends

He’s the first when a dark cloud portends

And I, oh I am undone

Orange groves and power lines shoulder the road

Off up a hill into nothing

A crow on a signpost, dust clouds at dawn

And my mind sees its way through the fight

To the soft subtle ways that I know

She’s the one makes my lampblack bright

She’s the one makes the wrong side right

Oh and I, oh I am undone

He’s the one making late on time

He’s the one makes the wrong sounds rhyme

And I, oh I am undone

Orange groves and power lines shoulder the road

Off up a hill into nothing

A crow on a signpost, dust clouds at dawn

And my mind sees its way through the fight

To the soft subtle ways that I know

Oh I, oh I am undone

Oh I, oh I am undone

© 2008 Shaun Cromwell