Honeymoon Child - Bill Callahan

You are a true honeymoon child

Conceived on an island on the sun

Heels dug in the white sand

Loved and adored from day one

Raised in the wild space between two hearts

Where the vines climb trees towards the light

Running naked, dragging a kite

Or your dress on a string

You bring out the soft side in everyone

We gather like ravens on a rusty scythe

Just to watch such a little dove

Just to watch such a little dove

Just to watch such a little dove

Fly away

Mr. Bones from town

Said he saw you the other day

Said you’d changed, but he wouldn’t say how

It can always turn

It can always turn

The wind can always turn