Old Mythologies

Three, four

It's probably now that I need you the most

When I'm one half-child and the other ghost

And one of 'em wants to pull you close

And the other to let you go

But time's criminal, love hard-won

And love defies everyone

Inside my skin, a skeleton

Is warmin' up his act

My body's my dog and my friend doesn't bite

Though he looks severe and erudite

At a hundred degrees Fahrenheit

He's cool as an ermine

If one of these is the poison cup

And then my acceptance seems abrupt

But if you're gonna line 'em up

Well, I have to knock 'em down

Well, there's nothin' so wrong that what's right can't fix

And despite how blood and water mix

And when a pony runs out of tricks

And his work has just begun

Now Lord, duty bade me fight

Just a lonely impulse of delight

And balancing had brought to mind

The years to come, the years behind

Oh, will I grow weary of the sun

Remembering what I have done

With old mythologies?

You gotta choose

You wanted the song to rescue us

Amy, what did you leave for us

So we could get home?

Well, Solomon sang Sheba's grace

And he kissed her soft and sulking face

If one of us has to leave this place

Will the other come along?

We've been on the round and round

Shared our kisses by the pound

And chased our shadows on the ground

And spilled our cups in Chinatown

Put up the moon, took down the sun

Played our songs for everyone

Remembering what we had done

With old mythologies

You gotta choose

You wanted the song to rescue us

Amy, what did you leave for us

So we could get home

So we could get home?