Tunnel Vision

©1995 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Phoenix Envy

I walked through a narrow tunnel
Where I could not run for fear
And when I made it through the tunnel I called it a year

Please mother don't be angry
Through I may deserve a slap
For leaving all your money in some total stranger's lap

That's an altar on the mantle
Just a flower in a vase
Love and murder in one circle
Show a poet how to praise

And father, don't be sorry
It was time that drove us down
If we return with pockets empty of the treasures we have found

We were steady in the fever
Where the flying things are pearled
And I believe we touched the lever, if we could not move the world

Now lover don't look weary
To find me still so shy
After all the fire and glory, there is only you and I

And if we falter in the fever
And we cannot keep our place
Then our blood is of the river
That runs through open space