Don't Let the Tears

When the mystics play their trumpets
Round the backside of your house
And it rings just like a hound-dog
Running through the door
That brass is shining in the sundown
and a sax is ringing out
For a lion-headed trombone's fearsome roar
Don't let the tears flow down beneath your leaves
For the years can drown just as easily
As the rain coming down on the hills all around...
Can drown... a summer breeze

With your saints and greasy demons
Playing cards inside your head
It's no wonder you're a weather vein
"Jimmy lock the door!!!"
It ain't nothing but some heaven thawed
and dripping on your head
from the ceiling fan fixture
to the moldy frowning floor

Don't let the tears flow down beneath your leaves
For the years can drown just as easily
As the rain coming down on the hills all around...
Can drown... a summer breeze

You're a fixture of the kingdom
A gas lamp on the moon
A prophet from the second century
A Nantucket whaler's fastest
Sea salt steel harpoon
That sailed and pinned the tail on Don Quixote

Don't let the tears flow down beneath your leaves
For the years can drown just as easily
As the rain coming down on the hills all around...
Can drown... a summer breeze