[Jeff]

when I grow my hair and beard out it can be just for you
I can wrap a tangled burning bush all up around my face
we can tangle in the wispy breeze that whistles going through
the open spaces like wreaths of love and the clearings where we've laid
the cliffs at the edges of our memories and the jagged rocks below
the years gone past and the places where your dearest friends have played

I can show off all my strength for you and tear my bony fists
I can take you through the hole inside that I'll spread open with my face
you can watch and wonder and believe with me and patch my bloody wrists
we'll lie in what remains of the wood that once covered this whole place
make futures in blood on our pure white souls like names and wedding lists
say how life is like the night's last dream the morn before the race

I know I'll heal if you'll be the nurse that waits beside my bed
if you'll wet a cloth and blot the sweat that beads up on my head
I'll lie here with you on my creaking back until this body's dead
then wait for your courage and your promises and all the things you said
to bring you here to look with me from this precipice's edge
we can jump together like old times from that barn your father painted red
one night you'll close your eyes to see my face and leave your unmade bed