Johnny Four

I throw away the years, every age has its crust, the laughs and happy tears, no life is too short, for those in whom you trust, in our toil of waters, you run like the deer, with a smell of musk, in hazy bars you step clear, I knew you’d be caught, spinning pennies in the dust, but never overawed, what brought you here, on this tidal flood, a woman so sincere, no book or district Court, hides the fact you’re bust, or what I sought, blow flame across my fears, bring me all the luck, hope before you disappear, geese ride on the dusk.