In the heart a mountain.

In the heart a mountain, in the soul seven glowing stones.
There once was a time we relied
on these numbers and codes;
thankfully that time is gone.

When this city was still a woman, I fell in love with her.
When she tried to become more like a man
I fell out. I didn't want a mirror to crack.
Earth is a place to pretend
it doesn't hurt.

There are so many lives of the party that the party gets tired.
When, still in your twenties, you've already had
too many girlfriends, you know it's time
to swim Egyptian rivers
looking for a sacred cat
to love you and live stiffly by your side. But
all the holiest pussycats are already kept in tombs.

Some say nobody ever walked on the moon, some say
no man ever made love. If you take off your shoes
and let go of the chord
while walking a lunar
parking lot surface
you might find it's all miserably true.
Many sacred things
can be staged on TV.

A jukebox floating through space
from a wounded flight
might have one last message for us.
Let's hang onto the trees upsidedown for awhile.
Let them climb us while we wait
for a country music meteorite.