Michaelangelo

Last night I dreamed about you

I dreamed that you were older

You were looking like Picasso

With a scar across your shoulder

You were kneeling by the river

You were digging up the bodies buried long ago

Michelangelo

Last night I dreamed about you

I dreamed you were a pilgrim

On a highway out alone to find

The mother of your children

Who were still unborn and waiting

In the wings of some desire abandoned long ago

Michelangelo

Were you there at Armageddon?

Was Paris really burning?

Could I have been the one to pull you

From the point of no returning?

And did I hear you calling out my name?

Or was it forgotten long ago?

Michelangelo

Last night I dreamed about you

I dreamed that you were riding

On a blood red painted pony

Up where the heavens were dividing

And the angels turned to ashes

You came tumbling with them to the earth so far below

Michelangelo

Last night I dreamed about you

I dreamed that you lay dying

In a field of thorn and roses

With a hawk above you crying

For the warrior slain in battle

From an arrow driven deep inside you long ago

Michelangelo

Did you suffer at the end?

Would there be no one to remember?

Did you banish all the old ghosts

With the terms of your surrender?

And could you hear me calling out your name?

Well, I guess that I will never know

Michelangelo

Last night I dreamed about you

I dreamed that you were weeping

And your tears poured down like diamonds

For a love beyond all keeping

And you caught them one by one

In a million silk bandanas that I gave you long ago

Michelangelo