Cobra Tattoo

Sun just clearing the tree line when my day begins Slippery ice on the bridges, Northeastern wind coming in You will bruise my head, I will strike your heel Drive past woods of northern pine, try not to let go of the wheel Dream at night, girl with the cobra tattoo on her arm, its head flaring out like a parachute Prisms in the dewdrops in the underbrush skate case sailors' purses floating down in the black needle rush Higher than the stars I will set my throne God does not need Abraham, God can raise children from stones Dream at night, girl with the cobra tattoo And try to hear the garbled transmissions coming through