Renee Renee

Someone said go to Arizona
Go to New Mexico
Get lost in the desert
And find your way home

Sitting on some barstool
In the Soho Grande, sipping rain
I don't know why but it tastes better
Out of this glass that is made for champagne

Gabrielle, the bartender
She brought me a cup of tea
Wall street is drowning in Johnny Walker blue
Even the aristocrats, they cry Ave Maria

I am reading Thich Nhat Hanh
I wonder what he sings in the shower
I bet he is scatting jazz
Written by the flowers

Renee Renee, did you paint your hair?
That auburn, you wear it well
That bracelet you tied around my wrist
It rings an idiosyncratic bell

Just like Cleo from five to seven
Say your prayers at eleven eleven

Caught a ride
Out of New York City
Catching fresh air
With some Catskill hippies

Rosie brought some palo santo
Back from Argentina
That sacred smoke
It salsas like a ballerina

The moon is full again
Better go to town and find a payphone
Tell my mother I am alive
And I don't know when I will be home

Might head to Charleston
I heard Ashville is nice
I'll flip a coin in Raleigh
Tails for the smoky mountain side

Tails never fails, I see Clingman's dome
The land of the Cherokee
Mountain laurel, orchids bloom
The black bear roams free

The moon, she is a crescent
Have the vision at eleven eleven

I received a letter with a keystone stamp
From an old friend today
Saying come north
To the Poconos of P.A.

Don't you write back
See you when you get here in time
Can you bring some white lightning?
That Tennessee shine

Hopped in a van with some college kids
They were heading on home for break
They dropped me in old Jimmy Thorpe
Said they were stopping there anyway

Found ten dollars on the ground
Hopped in a cab on up the road
Seems like I am destined
For this cabin in the Poconos

Knocked on the door
Who could it be? Renee Renee
Your hair? Did you paint it red?
You know, it really suits you that way

The clock reads eleven o' seven
Count your blessings at eleven eleven