For Richard Swift For John and Bill For every gift lifted far before its will Judee and Smith For Berman too
I´ve met the myth hanging heavy over you I loved you long You rose to go Beneath you, songs, perfect angels in the snow So time to stage Forget reserve The type of great coronation you deserve
I´m going out for a weekend I´m gonna borrow a Martin or Gibson With EitherOr and The Hex for my Bookends Carrying every text that you´ve given
I´m gonna swim for a week in Warm American Water with dear friends Swimming high on a lea in an eden Running all of the leads you´ve been leaving
I´m overmatched (for Arthur Russell) I´m half as wise (Duncan and Curtis) If this is flat, brother I apologize (Jimi and David, for Nick and Otis) No one alone (For Bell and Buckley) Can leave the cave (Marvin and Adam) And all you´ve loaned won´t be kept inside a grave (for Arthur Russell, for Arthur Russell)
I´m gonna swim for a week in Warm American Water with dear friends Just intending that I would delight them Swimming high on a lea in an eden
So I dream So I dream
I´m gonna swim for a week in
Warm American Water with dear friends Swimming high on a lea in an eden Running all of the leads you´ve been leaving And in your rarified air I feel sunblind I´m looking up at you there high in my mind Only way that I made it for a long time But I´m loud and alive, singing you all night