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She stepped down from her carriage at 10 Vermillon Street
I took off my roustabout and slung it to her feet
We went into her parlor and she cooled me with her fan
But said i’ll go no further with a fantasy makin’ man
I said i’d walk on Ponchatrain for what you have today
Just to drink from your deep well and i’ll be on my way
She laughed and heaven filled the room said this i give to you
This body’s wisdom is the flesh,but here’s a thing or two
Death and hell are never full
And neither are the eyes of men
Cats can fly from nine stories high
And pigs can see the wind
She let me make my pallet in the moonlight on the floor
Just outside of paradise but right in hell’s back door
The image of her nibbled at the eye of my soul
My dreams were a hurricane and quite out of control
Then her voice came through the storm it’s more than flesh ideal
You will have to pay for any wisdom that you steal
I awoke to tinted windows and lavender and red
The first station of the cross is just above my head
I awoke to gargoyles and a hard bench for my bed
Jesus Christ and Pontias Pilate were just above my head
Death and hell are never full
And neither are the eyes of men
Cats can fly from nine stories high
And pigs can see the wind