New Potato Caboose

Last leaf fallen, bare earth where green was born Above my doorknob, two eagles hang against a cloud Sun comes up, blood red wind yells among the stone All graceful instruments are known When the windows all are broken and your love's become a toothless crone When the voices of the storm sound like a crowd Winter morning breaks, you're all alone The eyes are blind, blue visions, all a seer can own And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud This ground on which the seed of love is sown All graceful instruments are known