You and Me, Bess

I think some of the lyrics might be wrong.

We picked our way down to the beach, watching the waves dragging out of our reach: tangling tails, like a sodden sheet; dangling entrails from the gut of the sea.

Hoarding our meals (alfalfa and rolls); trying not to catch the cold eyes of the gulls-- I hope Mother Nature has not overheard! (Though, she doles out hurt like a puking bird.)

We stayed for the winter. No-one told us about the laws of the land. I hold my own. But you, with your hunger-- you, on the other hand-- make yourself known.

And when we were found, I know we both grieved. My heart made the sound of snow falling from eaves. You and me, Bess, we were as thick as thieves. So I swore, nonetheless, up and down, it was only me. They took me away, and, after some time studying my case, must have made up their minds. By the time you realized I was dying, it must have been too late. I believe you were not lying.

It is the day. I wake, with my ears cocked up like a gun (like every day, of course), yanked by my wrists to the sugar-front courtyard-- now tell me, what have I done? It seems I have stolen a horse. I step to the gallows.

Who do you think you are-- arching your hooves like a crane, in the shallow gutter that lines the boulevards, crowded with folks who just stare as I hang? It's all the same. Kindness comes over me; what was your name? It makes no difference. I'm glad that you came. Forever, I'll listen to your glad neighing.

In any case, this might be my favorite song on the album, at the moment at least. I don't know what crime she and Bess have committed, though.