2: are you a female young messiah for stowaways in dugouts and are you what church folk mean by the good news

3: people dying from lonely days were walking and trying to take our souls away Were just spending out our time angels in America slapping on a dime

4: There's a bird that nests inside you Sleeping underneath your skin When you open up your wings to speak I wish you'd let me in

5: i can sense somewhere right now being prayed for seems like i always arrive on the same shore from where my sails set maybe with one less lady y

6: dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book Suck my blood, break my nerve offer me their arms

7: Margery doesn't say anything all the way home So afraid she'll awake to find she's all alone Margery's wingspan's all feathers and coke cans, and TV dinners and letters she won't send, and Every race night is shot through with sunlight

8: what is that a leather sofa and a feather in an old fur hat fake tat lost in a box of cracker jacks

9: Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies, "I dream of ballerinas and I don't know why? But I see Cadillac's sailing. I was born on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay Maryland and Virginia have faded away