Too compressed for strategy so dig with a rusty spade
Watch the leaves in the empty pool as the widow drew her shade
Season was here
No drums to calm their fear
Let's drink the leper's beer
The leper's playing his salsa game and tempest swept dark land
The lover's turns and parasites over the frying pan
Coffee's brewed
And the men playing cards
And the mystery plane
And the forest winds
They're searching out over the sea
