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Negotiations and love songs
Are often mistaken for one and the same

Train in the Distance

HEARTS AND BONES

One and one-half wandering Jews
Free to wander wherever they choose
Are traveling together
In the Sangre de Christo
The Blood of Christ Mountains
Of New Mexico
On the last leg of a journey
They started a long time ago
The arc of a love affair
Rainbows in the high desert air
Mountain passes slipping into stone
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones

Thinking back to the season before
Looking back through the cracks in the door
Two people were married
The act was outrageous
The bride was contagious
She burned like a bride
These events may have had some effect
On the man with the girl by his side
The arc of a love affair
His hands rolling down her hair
Love like lightning, shaking till it moans
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones

And whoa whoa, whoa
She said, “Why?
Why don’t we drive through the night?
We’ll wake up down in
Mexico”
Oh, I
I don’t know nothin’ about, nothin’ no
Mexico
“And tell me why
Why won’t you love me
For who I am
Where I am?”

He said, “Cause that’s not the way the world is, baby
This is how I love you, baby
This is how I love you, baby

One and one-half wandering Jews
Returned to their natural coasts
To resume old acquaintances
And step out occasionally
And speculate who had been damaged the most
Easy time will determine if these consolations
Will be their reward
The arc of a love affair

Waiting to be restored
You take two bodies and you twirl them into one
Their hearts and their bones
And they won’t come undone
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones
Hearts and bones

THINK TOO MUCH (B)

The smartest people in the world
Had gathered in Los Angeles
To analyze the love affair
And possibly unscramble us
And we sat among our photographs
Examined everyone
And in the end, we compromised
And met the morning sun

Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much
Oh, maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much

They say the left side of the brain
Dominates the right
And the right side has to labor through
The long and speechless night
And in the night
My father came to me
And held me to his chest
He said there’s not much more that you can do
Go home and get some rest”

And I said yeah
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much
Oh, maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much

I KNOW WHAT I KNOW

She looked me over
And I guess she thought
I was all right
All right in a sort of a limited way
For an off-night
She said, “Don’t I know you
From the cinematographer’s party?”
I said, “Who am I
To blow against the wind?”

I know what I know
I’ll sing what I said
We come and we go
That’s a thing that I keep
In the back of my head

I know what I know
I’ll sing what I said
We come and we go
That’s a thing that I keep
In the back of my head

She said, “There’s something about you
That really reminds me of money,”
She is the kind of girl
Who could say things that
Weren’t that funny
I said, “What does that mean
I really remind you of money?”
She said, “Who am I
To blow against the wind?”

I know what I know
I’ll sing what I said
We come and we go
That’s a thing that I keep
In the back of my head

She moved so easily
All I could think of was sunlight
I said, “Aren’t you the woman
Who was recently given a Fulbright?”
She said, “Don’t I know you
From the cinematographer’s party?”
I said, “Who am I
To blow against the wind?”