You And Me, Bess - Joanna Newsom

We picked our way down to the beach

Watching the waves dragging out of our reach

Tangling tails, like a sodden sheet

Dangling entrails from the gut of the sea

Hoarding our meals, alfalfa and rolls

Trying not to catch the cold eye of the gulls

I hope Mother Nature has not overheard

Though she doles out hurt like a puking bird

We stayed for the winter

No-one told us about the laws of the land

I hold my own, but you with your hunger

You, on the other hand make yourself known

And when we were found I know we both grieved

My heart made the sound of snow falling from eaves

You and me, Bess, we was as thick as thieves

So I swore, nonetheless, up and down, it was only me

So they took me away and after some time

Studying my case must have made up their minds

By the time you realized I was dying

Must have been too late, I believe you were not lying

It is the day, I wake with my ears cocked up like a gun

Like every day, of course

Yanked by my wrists to the sugar-front courtyard

Now tell me, what have I done?

Seems I have stolen a horse and I step to the gallows

Who do you think that you are?

Arching your hooves like a crane

In the shallow gutter that lines the boulevards

Crowded with folks who just

Stare as I hang, it’s all the same

Kindness comes over me, what was your name?

It makes no difference, I’m glad that you came

Forever, I’ll listen to your glad neighing