Looking For Leonard Cohen, Part 1 - Lizzie West, The White Buffalo

Maybe they fought last night

But they’re together now

Maybe they’re not that nice

But they’ll be nice now

I remember the position that I was wanting and I wish I could be there now

Oh how I wish I could be there now

I went and locked the fences

I went and hid the wine

Still you worked your way through the fences

You went and took the wine, you took the wine.

You didn’t see me sitting by the cases

With garden grinning, smoking hands

Ten prints on my polished toe nails

This crumpled map of all my plans

I remember the position I was wanting, I wish I could be there now

Oh how I wish I could be there now

I go ask Leonard Cohen, in the morning on South Tremaine

If the dog is just a metaphor

And Whitman is he just the frame, is he just the frame

In the valley where the gods live

The rocks they move and slide And they

shake against our living

We ask for sunburnt eyes

The?

rhodenders?

?danes?

couldn’t answer us

The rocks they?

rub?

the?

timber?

and clear

?Best?

?sweet?

?haze?

is lost among us

Once were back, which way from here, which way from here

Oh poor boy, Danny

that’s not the way you hold a gun

Switching free to make you see me

I scratch my face before I run

Then I feel all of the bleeding and I think you must be right behind

Well if you saw me go then you must have followed

I forgot the fence and I left the wine

I remember the position that I was once in, and I wish I could be there now,

oh god,

Oh, I wish I could be there now