Nellie

I throw away the years, every pie has its crust, the laughs and happy beers, no life is too short, for those who say you must, in our summer town, she comes in like the deer, with a smell of musk, in hazy bars she appears, i knew she'd be caught, spinning pennies in the dust, she's never overawed, what brought her here, against everything she trusts, a woman so clear, no book or County Court, hides the fact she's bust, didn't do what i could, blows flame across my tears, shares jokes and puts, hope for those who disappear, geese rise in the dusk.