Gordon Vincent Enchante
I don't mistake you for a rolling stone
Wearing your sailor's overcoat
Up in the crow's nest getting high from all that rain
Holding the lines in your own hurricane
I don't mistake you with your flickering tongues
Spreading your wings above the trees
Back down on Delaney with your sketches and poems
And my hands upon your knees
I'm falling,
Falling through you
I'm falling,
Falling through you
Oh Chante,
What was that song
I used to sing it all day long
I used to sing it all day long
Oh Chante,
Oh Chante,
Enchante
I'm two rungs down and coming up slow
You're pushing off,
I'm letting you go
And your lost
And I'm free
I don't mistake you speeding in reverse
Honking the headlights trying to signal the hearse
Coming up lame on an overnight haul
I'm waiting for you with my balls to the wall
I don't mistake you, woe, and mercy me
For being less than you wanted to be
It's no mistake, baby, I know your name
O Chante, enchante
I'm two rungs down and coming up slow
You're pushing off,
I'm letting you go
And your lost
And I'm free
