Early on an Easter Sunday
You tore the moonlight off the air
You had piercings in your nipples
And an oak leaf in your hair
Time and gravity are not retreating
Back into the clouds
When luck interrogates you
You've gotta move your own mouth
And when you rolled back onto campus Just as wise and just as sweet
You know the gates of the bullpen were unlocked and opening
I was tied up like the others
Seperating blood and meat
You were home from Tanzania
Everybody else was at the club
Forrest Gump was on your TV
I was probably in love
I know you had time to wonder
But you had no time for doubt
You've gotta learn where to run off
And you've gotta pick who to weed out
Now the months have folded over
Keeping to myself and driving into
Town to trace the trails you've painted
Here on Albert Street
Before the gates of the bullpen are as wide as they can be
And you have tied away my time inside a crafted memory
And when they roll back onto campus just as young and just as clean
You know the gates of the bull pen will be unlocked and opening
And with a spotless new emotion there for everyone to seize
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