Fletcher Carnaby

Lyrics

Evil eye of Fletcher Carnaby comes Lid heavy, his pace is slow Slow paced, lid heavy and tired Yes tired Like the beaten-in head of a drum The evil lines on the face that this man wears Cannot now be distinguished from the lines of care Care-lined, eyes heavy and tired Looking for a face From a place no one comes from Crazy Harry, switchblade parking his knife Shining steel reflects a future wife Who waits ready, eyes steady as night Yes steady Like only the caved-in can Sunshine peddlers gathering round the block Eyes as yet unshattered bythe rising shock Quick, ready, lives that are still untried Untried Like the white bitter wine of the moon