Strega Nona

So, board up the doors for the winter, if not a glitter may escape the gold
The naysayer's claims grow familiar
But, not all who shiver know the cold, you know
The flowers came & went, the flowers came and went, again
If we let coyotes mind the doors, we've let the wolves in

You run & gunner; lead foot until the brakes stop braking
With a cruel correlation of lists & limitations
A mistake made is only honest to the maker
But ooo, Strega Nona, an empty plate was no place for your faith

Across the walls, a plan I'd laid
I came back and smelled the wet paint
&, damn, be it pleasure, be it pain
The days all burned the same

So if I want to break bread, I should learn to bake, first
If I want to break bread, I should learn to bake, first

The door's locked, so save the knocking for some kung-fu
I've got a dead horse on my floor to beat until I see some hooves move
But, these old bones don't dance like they used to
Its too late for voodoo, this Truman's doomed to live & die by the moon

Across the walls, a plan I'd laid
I came back and smelled the wet paint
&, damn, be it pleasure, be it pain
The days all burned the same

Sweet sativa, bring the demons out of me
But, keep the Irish goodbyes
Strega Nona, keep the sword from my side
But, don't you say I don't know sacrifice

Keep the dopamine clean, and the fool's gold in sight
& pack a tiny, little suitcase for a tiny, little life