White Lodge (fire)

Now choke up on your chainsaw grip, girl
Put the baby to bed
Double check that all the windows are boarded proper
Then sidle down from in your cyclone, momma
From those pentacular peaks
You know my brain has been a sugarcane field on fire
Full of troubling things, a veritable potpourri
Such that I’ve sprouted another eye just to keep these two company

As a daring detective
In a troubling town
In a case where I’m faced with a cryptic killer
In the dirtiest mirror
In the dingiest dive
I know I’m alive for a breath and then
True transcendence will trawl along
In a junk fit with sable sails
And you'll want on, but the line is longer than the Appalachian trail

Come now, baby boy
Embrace the void and put on “On the Beach”
And learn from God to listen
Not to always have to preach

You, who are always putting time in a place of authority:
Stand in the shade of the medicine man
Don’t have your head in the sand when the LORD comes back