Hannah Hunt
A gardener told me some plants move, but I could not believe itTil me and Hannah Hunt saw crawling vines and weeping willowsAs we made our way from providence to phoenix
A man of faith said hidden eyes could see what I was thinkingI just smiled and told him that was only true of HannahAnd we glided on through Waverly/Lincoln
Our days were long, our nights no longerCount the seconds, watching the hoursThough we live on the US DollarYou and me, we got our own sense of time
In Santa Barbara, Hannah cried amidst those freezing beachesI walked into town to buy some kindling for the fireHannah tore the New York times up into pieces
If I can't trust you, then dammit, HannahThere's no future, there's no answerThough we live on the US DollarYou and me we got our own sense of time