Gates Of Eden

Of war and peace, the truth just twistsIt's curfew gull, it glidesUpon four-legged forest cloudsThe cowboy angel ridesWith his candle lit into the sunThough its glow is waxed in blackAll except when 'neath the trees of EdenThe savage soldier sticks his head in sandAnd then complainsUnto the shoeless hunter who's gone deafBut still remainsUpon the beach where hound dogs bayAt ships with tattooed sailsHeading for the gates of EdenWith a time-rusted compass bladeAlladin and his lampSits with Utopian hermit monksSide saddle on the golden calfOn their promises of paradiseYou will not hear a laughAll except inside the gates of EdenRelationships of a ownershipThey whisper in the wingsTo those condemned accordinglyTo wait for succeeding kingsAnd I try to harmonize with songsThe lonesome sparrow singsThere are no kings inside the gates of EdenThe motorcycle black MadonnaA two-wheeled gypsy queenAnd her silver-studded phantom causeThe gray flannel dwarf to screamAs he weeps to wicked birds of preyWho pick up on his bread crumb sinsAnd there are no sins inside the gates of EdenAt dawn my lover comes to meAnd tells me of her dreamsWith no attempts to shovel the glimpseInto the ditch of what each one meansAt times I think there are no wordsBut these to tell what's trueAnd there are no truths outside the gates of Eden