Valhallas

Bow and arrow, no wind
High up in the dawn light
Where everything begins
No direction, but a steady drum
Over the treetops, put my knuckle
On the sun
Oh Mama, I cannot say
That I'm not affected
By your orange blossom ways
Took aim, spoke low
Backed up to the West
And let that little arrow go
Valhallas want to name you
Old relations in the valley
Want to claim you
There's no pill that can satisfy
Your need to work and my need
Not to deny

I can moan like a dog
And kick like a mule
Say I've been sleeping well
That wouldn't be true
And I'm hooked like a fish
On a telephone line
Rounders and powders
And fine Spanish wine

Oh Darling, I'm still awake
There are shadows on the wall
Where the dawn wants to break
This old mattress where we used to lie
Heaven knows it's empty
And I'm still on my side
Oh Mama, I cannot say
I am not affected by those
Old fashioned ways
There's some blood, some bone
Something so sweet about
The air back home
Some name it, some blame it
Some would rather see it go
While others want to claim it
Every jewel that you find
Every glass you drain
And every watch you wind

I can moan like a dog
And kick like a mule
Say I've been sleeping well
That wouldn't be true
And I'm hooked like a fish
On a telephone line
Rounders and powders
And fine Spanish wine

Bow and arrow, no wind
High up in the dawn light
Where everything begins
Took aim, spoke low
Backed up to the West
And let that little arrow go