Tattoo

You will twist the ankle with the heart tattoo

You will waste your sweetness on a tart tattoo

You will wander hard into cold ravines

Following the wearer of a black art tattoo

Through years of pain you will seek knowledge

That you finally find in one smart tattoo

You will fall, and fall, and fall

Prospecting for answers in a star chart tattoo

You will stumble ahead, honey, free and blinded

Crying to the deaf stars for your fresh start tattoo

Your own stranger

In the end, you will become your own stranger

In the crowding mass you'll find the lone stranger

When you sit home late drifting by the fire

Standing on your rug will be a starblown stranger

Tucking in your toddler just like every other night

Your heart will kick you hard. He's a full-grown stranger.

When you come from the party, barefoot through the fog

You will see him marching, your rag-bone stranger

Lost in the squaredance of your limping mind

You will wake to the whistle of the rhinestone stranger

When you're deep in the rebellion of the clapping fools

The one who comes for you will be the best-known stranger

You wish you could be rich

You wish you could be rich

Treasures fighting for space in every pocket

You wish you could go to all the countries

You found yourself penpals in all the countries

But then you got busy getting rich

Their addresses lost in your overfull pocket

Someday you will wish you even had a pocket

Wandering helpless through the countries

Asking about all the meanings of rich

In a hidden pocket in one of the countries you will find your rich self