Lyrics: Bill Callahan. Honeymoon Child.

You are a true honeymoon child

Conceived on an island on the sun

Heels dug in the white sand

Loved and adored from day one



Raised in the wild space between two hearts

With Einstein trees towards the light

Running naked, dragging a kite

For your dress on a string



You bring out the soft side in everyone

We gather like ravens on a rusty scythe

Just to watch such a little dove

Just to watch such a little dove

Fly away



Mr. Bones from town

Said he saw you the other day

Said you'd changed, but he wouldn't say how

It can always turn

It can always turn

The wind can always turn