Me & Queen Sylvia
NEAL CASAL
Bands of black trees
A brown cross on a white wall
A seventh floor window
Reminds me of a time
That would have otherwise
Been forgotten
A burned out river bridge
A young folksinger
Was only rolling by
All those yellow fields
That in some other time
Might have been passed over
I'm moving slow today
I might die on this road
So flash your warning lights
And pull me over
And let me get some sleep
At least until the day comes
Running out of breath
From stolen phone calls
I wanna know you
Better than I did before
So meet me in the courtyard
And we'll watch the lightning
They say the straightest ground
Is the warmest bed
So me and Queen Sylvia
We're headed west
Or maybe India
Either way we're leaving
Either way we're leaving
Either way we're leaving