Dance With an Old Man

Turn those pictures face down

(clammy hands on your skin)

Under dirty nails

We were seventeen then

When I said those words

They were hurried and eager

Pulling at your clothes

I never betrayed that hunger

Yet you still dance with this old man?

Yet you still dance with this old man

Turn those pictures face down

I can't forget any of it (like an old man)

I live it all over again

And how this old man clings to that breath inside him

And how this old man sings

How it frees and confines him