Breaking Bread

All day long, sweeping up the dead pigeons
From the pavement after the long dim dawn
He remembered how she pulled him
From disaster into laughter

Well, it didn't take long for him to be consumed
And he turned around and said as her caressing resumed
"We once were close but now we're both marooned
And what was once a stirring melody is now a distant tune"

She said, "You angel, you flower, you're powerful"
But he felt no feelings but his head, hot, and belly, full
And basking in the sun, he only feels a gas fire
And he sees no apparent difference
Between the chimney and the church spire

He says, "This garden of roses
Is overgrown with weeds
And where the great west river flows
I can see nothing but pebbles and reeds"

All day long, she stuck his nose into Siberia
And dragged him through Hong Kong
Till she said, "You carrier, you coward, you're pitiful
Feeling less and less is just an easy way of doing more wrong"