Into the ditch of what each one means
Its iron claws attached
With a time-rusted compass blade
To do anything they wish to do but die
Discuss what's real and what is not
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
But still remains
As friends and other strangers
The gray flannel dwarf to scream
And her silver-studded phantom caused
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand
A bed that is never mine
You will not hear a laugh
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
Upon four-legged forest clouds
To those condemned to act accordingly
At times I think there are no words
The foreign sun, it squints upon
While paupers change possessions
And the princess and the prince
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Relationships of ownership
Aladdin and his lamp
At ships with tattooed sails
The lonesome sparrow sings
Though it shadows metal badge
And there are no trials inside the gates of Eden
And wait for succeeding kings
There are no kings inside the gates of Eden
They whisper in the wings
With his candle lit into the sun
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins
The lamppost stands with folded arms
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
In the precious winds they rot
The cowboy angel rides
Heading for the gates of Eden
All and all can only fall
Leaving men wholly, totally free
From their fates try to resign
Each one wishing for what the other has got
At dawn my lover comes to me
And then complains
But these to tell what's true
The kingdoms of experience
And there are no sins inside the gates of Eden
To curbs beneath holes where babies wail
And tells me of her dreams
With a crashing but meaningless blow
It doesn't matter inside the gates of Eden
Side saddle on the golden calf
Though its glow is waxed in black
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And on their promises of paradise
The motorcycle black Madonna
All except inside the gates of Eden
No sound ever comes from the gates of Eden
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
And I try to harmonize with songs
