We were spies in a foreign land I was a fugitive, running just as fast as I can You were a bird on a bludgeoned wing, busted flat in Dallas Dancing for a diamond ring You asked me if I’d been here before As I regaled you with memories of my melancholy whores You crossed your legs and lit a cigarette Talked about your mama, and said as your eyes got wet I’m tired of fighting in this cold war Nobody wins that’s just daddy’s drunken folklore I’m leaving this town tomorrow you can come if you want In the armpit of Arkansas Where the river split and sang neath the stillborn stars You started bitching we were out of beer As we danced real close and came upon a midnight clear In the morning with the mountain dew And the sun’s cruel eye, the day after Waterloo Lou Reed and that summer in Siam, you took a walk on the wild side Oliver Stone in Vietnam I’m tired of fighting in this cold war Don’t want to die for a country I don’t know no more
Caine O'Rear 