The night that inspired your thesis
Was the night the church caught fire
And I should have told you my secrets
Unlocked the tabernacle
Let you taste my wine
Burn, burn the missalettes
The whole town smelled of incense
The night that inspired your thesis
Was the night before I had to leave for camp
And if this is what it means to die on Fire Island
Let us stay hungry and naked in your parents' bed
Dawn, Dawn, don't leave me here
In this daytime I can't face myself
Over hills and the nighttime good
The smoke made its way into my window
Still all I could smell was you, babe
The night that inspired your thesis
Was the night after the circus packed up its things and left
You and I stood there in the field in pieces
Paper plates, wet ticket stubs no good
Gone, gone, the circus' gone
By then it was on its way up to Freehold
Over hills and the nighttime good
The sound of a train came through my window
Still I can hear the acrobats singing their travel songs