Psalm 151 - Ezra Furman

She said

If you need to find a door inside of your head

That leads to somewhere else I’ll show it to you

She told us all about Psalm 151

And what comes after «Hallelujah»

She said

I’ll feed you in the morning, eggs on rye bread

But you’re sleeping on the floor

Don’t come to my bed

It’s too soon for you to see me

With my wings spread

But I’ve seen her wet with moonlight

Praying in the street

Feathers at her feet

And I saw the small harp hanging

That she never plays

Waiting for the day

When it all comes falling down

And words fail me now

Skipped meals

We’ll stay in Kansas City 'til the wound heals

The government went bad, we got a raw deal

A transangelic exodus on four wheels

But I’ve seen the broken halo

That she never wears

Hanging by the stairs

Angel, I’ll be your guardian if you’ll be mine

Authorities are trailing right behind

I’m not afraid, we read the Psalms at night

Clear through Nebraska with just one headlight