she sat in your back yard
wrote til the bugs got bad
something 'bout jesus
and how you're the best lover
she ever had
she came to the window
felt the light fall on her face
the view was vague and familiar
saw your figure taking shape
hold down the fort
he's gone to war
tend to harvest, water the corn
'til we find out what all
this fighting's for
there's a rotten hole beside me
a portal in the floor
a pocket in the cosmos
to hide the things
that she ignores
there's an old barn on the roadside
overgrown and rusted gray
the wind pulled its door off
layed it down in its own hay
hold down the fort
we've all gone to war
tend to harvest, water the corn
'til we find out what all
this fighting's for
my smile broke the rainstorm
a tree grew out of your head
til the cops came and found us
we broke the wine and poured the bread
and when i fingered my top button
pushed my wet hair to one side
you looked the other way
politely lowered your eyes
hold down the fort
we've all gone to war
tend to harvest, water the corn
'til we find out what all
this fighting's for
