The Brave Ones

Spend my days eating peaches in the sand
Ain't no better way
To occupy this tiny space I've been given
Between the sun and the land.

Heard the oxen braying —
You know, the pretty ones
Who yearn to be a man.
I said, "Well it is not half bad

You know,
Despite zero defenses from the cold."

We'll be The Brave Ones
And thrive out of earshot of what was.

Fell into a depression in your hand,
A pilgrim's palmistry.
The arc of heart and head and crow's feet aside,
I'd never been somebody's ICE.

Give you little kisses
Until the fishes come
And learn to rule the land.
Honey, well it is not that bad

You know.
Despite our greatest efforts, we get old.

We'll make depraved love,
I have a geisha in my lung.

We'll be The Brave Ones

Monday come and you shave my head again,
That old domestic rite.
An orbit and a new babooshka arrive,
A century of silence gone by.

Little Julia,
I'll take you fishing by
The reservoir some time,
Your brother, your cousins, some peaches and my...

The dream of love will happen in the snow.

We'll be The Brave Ones