Wild Strawberries Down And Out In Canaan
Drinking curdled milk from a silver cup Watching all the boys waiting for the plan to erupt You can talk all you like when you're down on your luck And you're looking for a reason to run Down and out in Canaan On a cloudy day you can see the sun Down and out in Canaan Nobody's gonna' ever give you reason to run Love is never so wise as it is when it's crossed Like an angry wind stirring up a handful of dust Turning water from wine, mixing gold into rust Painting justice in the wake of the sun Close the bitter page with a sour look Cast a callous eye around you at the pictures you took Live your life in a line, leave your love in a book Hang your money on the tip of your tongue
