Timesbold Old Hannah
you came to me a castaway
the earth beneath your feet
i could see the sea had broken you
with all it hides beneath
your fingers marching up and down
like soldiers on display
and boredom loads your gun
and the day is getting done
cat's trapped in the birdcage
scarecrow's lost its head
the wheels have all been spun
and the day is getting done
workers on the highway
look like chain gangs of old
the freight train's filled with rusty cans
as if the tale's been told, so
go down old hannah
and rise no more for me
your light it weighs a ton
and the day is getting done
i can write you letters like
the alphabet's gone berserk
and yonder lurks the sun
and the day is getting done
it rises up beside you just to
burn you with a stare
and later casts a shadow showing
you ain't gone nowhere, so
go down old hannah
and rise no more for me
your light it weighs a ton
and the day is getting done
