Lie Beside Me
When I was a young thing, I had a ten-inch nose
Two fabulous pinchers and a wardrobe of sores
And all of the painted ladies scattered as I’d approach
Singing, “Lie beside me, darling, underneath my stone”

Back in ’97 at the mouth of my cave
A woman in a horseless carriage may have smiled at me
I chased her across the plains, as she fled to the coast
Crying, “Lie beside me, darling, underneath my stone”

Found a lover tangled in a gown of weeds
Face down in thе water, cold and mossy green
Grabbed a hold of her wrist
Fished her out of the creek
Pried apart her fist so she could wear my ring

Now, I’m an old man, and my lover’s dead and gone
I swallowed down her dirt, and I kiss at all her bones
I found a shady place, and I dug a six-foot hole
So I can lie beside my darling underneath my stone