when you fall on the rocks
at a bend in the river
with the blood from your nose
running hard on your fingers
and for the rest of your life
the electric charge
of a change in the weather
you were touching my arm
you were holding a feather
and then I opened my eyes
and the world goes racing, suddenly changed
as the shock of the axe, it leaves you trembling
like a busting shell in the small of your back
or a drop that's hard on the cast of your little lie
and an animal life will serve you away
and you were back on the road
through the worst of the winter
through the valley of light
passing through like an arrow
oh, if your vision collapsed
and a storm from the river
like a pull in the
clutching tight in your fingers
but on the slope at the edge
when you recover your life
you can stand on the back of a shuddering beam
with a pistol firing shots into the air
you could run in the blood of the sun's hard rays
you could drive the mountains down into the bay
or go back to the east where it's all so civilized
where I was born to the life
but I am leaving the life
I am leaving the life
I am leaving the life
I am leaving the life
I am leaving the life
I am leaving