She stepped down from her carriage
At Ten Vermillon Street
I took off my roustabout
And slung it at her feet

We went into her parlor
And she cooled me with her fan
But said, "I'll go no further
With a fantasy makin' man"
I said, "I'd walk on the Poncha train
For what you have today"
Just a drink from your deep well
And I'll be on my way

She laughed and heaven filled the room
Said, "This I give to you
This body's wisdom is the flesh
But here's a thing or two"

Death and hell are never full
And neither are the eyes of men
Cats can fly from nine stories high
And pigs can see the wind

She let me make my pallet
In the moonlight on the floor
Just outside of paradise
But right in hell's back door

The image of her nibbled
At the eye of my soul
My dreams were a hurricane
And quite out of control

Then her voice came through the storm
It's more than flesh I deal
And you will have to pay
For any wisdom that you steal

I woke to tinted windows in lavender and red
The first station of the cross
Is just above my head

I awoke to gargoyles
And a hard bench for my bed
Were just above my head

Death and hell are never full
And neither are the eyes of men
Cats can fly from nine stories high
And pigs can see the wind