Valhallas -

Bow and arrow, no wind

High up in the dawn light

Where everything begins

No direction, but a steady drum

Over the treetops, put my knuckle

On the sun

Oh Mama, I cannot say

That I’m not affected

By your orange blossom ways

Took aim, spoke low

Backed up to the West

And let that little arrow go

Valhallas want to name you

Old relations in the valley

Want to claim you

There’s no pill that can satisfy

Your need to work and my need

Not to deny

I can moan like a dog

And kick like a mule

Say I’ve been sleeping well

That wouldn’t be true

And I’m hooked like a fish

On a telephone line

Rounders and powders

And fine Spanish wine

Oh Darling, I’m still awake

There are shadows on the wall

Where the dawn wants to break

This old mattress where we used to lie

Heaven knows it’s empty

And I’m still on my side

Oh Mama, I cannot say

I am not affected by those

Old fashioned ways

There’s some blood, some bone

Something so sweet about

The air back home

Some name it, some blame it

Some would rather see it go

While others want to claim it

Every jewel that you find

Every glass you drain

And every watch you wind

I can moan like a dog

And kick like a mule

Say I’ve been sleeping well

That wouldn’t be true

And I’m hooked like a fish

On a telephone line

Rounders and powders

And fine Spanish wine

Bow and arrow, no wind

High up in the dawn light

Where everything begins

Took aim, spoke low

Backed up to the West

And let that little arrow go