Sexually Inclined
In a place that's filled with hungry hearts,
In a place that's filled with hurt;
In a place that filled with hopelessness
Where the desperate are preserved,
Where the thirsty come to drink a toast
To misery and boast
Of pioneers and spirits
And of gods and holy ghosts.
Where the bar stool's sittin' empty
By the blonde and the beautiful,
The tables kept all littered
By the bottles left half-full;
The waitress stands beyond her prime
Like clock run out of time,
Like a ship without a ruddeer
Or a poem without a rhyme.
She was sexually mistaken
In sexual decline;
She was sexually forsaken
So I poured her a glass of wine;
She was sexually inactive,
She was sexually maligned;
She was sexually attractive
And I was sexually inclined.
I passed this place a hundred times
And always walked on by;
You take the straight and narrow
And never question why.
Somewhere in a bible school
Or on your mother's knee
You learn the turns to take along
The road to destiny.
She was full of conversation
As she slipped into my head;
She was full of contradiction
As she crept into my bed.
The road'll sometimes take you
To a place you've never been
If your eyes are always open
And your heart is in your hand.
She was sexually mistaken,
In sexual decline;
She was sexually forsaken
So I poured her a glass of wine.
She was sexually inactive,
She was sexually maligned;
She was sexually attractive
And I was sexually incllined.
If you slip you can't be sorry
For the trouble that you cause;
You live alone and by yourself
You follow your own laws.
I've struggled for the wayward
I've been true to my own heart;
I've listened to the fiddler
And I've listened to the harp.
Come again next summer,
Come again next year;
I'll gather up my courage,
You can gather up your fears.
I'll sing a song of pity,
I'll sing a song of clues;
Listen to your heartbeat
And always follow through.