This Must Be the Place

this must be the place
where the dawn men stroll
where the just lay down to rest
this must be the place
where the gods descend
to put them to the test

this must be the place
where the hammers pound
and beauty queens eat nails
where desire is kept in a little red box
and ugliness prevails

this must be the place
where the willows bend
to find me when I'm hurt
where none of this and all of that
was promised to me at birth

this must be the place
where clairvoyants hide
using memory as a shield
this must be the place
where the tears are cried
for the bitter men to steal

this must be the place
where the coins are tossed
then solemn vows are made
where blind ambition rears it's ugly head
and the meek still wait and wait

this must be the place
where the willows bend
to find me when I'm hurt
where none of this and all of that
was promised to me at birth

this must be the place
where the skies collide
and we'll feast on dying birds
where mongrel dogs go dressed like men
and the men still go in herds

this must be the place