When the small ugly town you were raised in takes on the faces of strangers And the houses you played at as children, are as empty as savior-less mangers And your friends are as scarce now as angels and the only thing that makes this place home is your family name on the gravestones When the churches you prayed in are empty and the schools where you studied are fenced in And the parents that raised you are buried and all of your old friends are married And no one comes around anymore and you sit up alone in your cluttered room When you pass by the shops and hear laughter, and they come to the doors as you pass them whispering "he is the one that's forbidden, we told him to go still he comes here and you know he's no business in town, because trouble just follows him all around" When the ones that shake hands when you see them scoff at your back as you're leaving and they say "Man he thinks he's so clever, mister poet or prophet... whatever. If he's intuitive then why can't he see, that we wish that he'd just stay so far away" When the girl that you told all your fears to, that stood up when they spoke out against you the same girl that you comforted crying, goes off sleeping with strangers and lying When you ask her then she starts denying and she says she'd do better alone now it's just like she never even knew you at all. When the small ugly town you were raised in takes on the faces of strangers And the houses you played at as children, are as empty as savior-less mangers And your friends are as scarce now as angels and the only thing that makes this place home is your family name on the gravestones.

Well her hair hung down like honey in the sunlight of the morning and she'd stand there in that window like a flower in its garden in her white dress all unfastened while her cat slept on the table and the wind howled through the attic she'd say "There's fairies in the gables" She'd sit down in the doorway tying up her pigtails in the sun Well, she moved here from a small town with the cold rains of December and I asked her about her home town she'd say "I really can't remember, except the girls there didn't like me because their boyfriends want to screw you and they all get drunk on Saturday and on Sunday sing hallelujah and I never found kindness in their strangers and I don't believe in their Jesus or their mangers and I told them so." And she'd walk home in the evenings through the alleys down the sidewalk and I'd swear that she was floating like some angel through a junkyard through the slow grind of the city she'd snake through all the shoppers disappearing around the corner with her butterfly book bag and her long hair and I'm so glad that I met her yesterday but not today. Now her window's full of raindrops and I'm putting out the candles and I'm making sure the door's locked when I swore I saw her standing Hear her cat cry at the front door so I hurried to unlatch it but there's nothing when I open must have been those fairies in the attic or the cold street lights of Manhattan

... this is what she told me "That night I said I loved you, I only meant to say I love the way you make me feel right now, but it didn't come out that way. I'm sorry I deceived you I know how it must feel if it's any consolation all those things I said that night I thought that they were real." I've seen her out on campus at night time in the bars I've seen her with that teenage tattooed anarchist boy and I watched them as they drove off in her car And i walked off down the alley and I sat down on the tracks and I thought of how if I followed them I'd be out of this town and when I do I ain't never coming back And I'm back here in the gone house and I'm up here on the roof And I'm pulling out my journals where I wrote down everything you said as if I knew some day I might need the proof I used to call you angel right here, I compared you to a rose Now heaven's gates are all locked and I'm out here in your garden where nothing ever grows. That night you said you loved me, I knew it wasn't real but I wanted to believe you, because i like the way it feels please don't think that you deceived me I knew that wasn't you and if it's any consolation, all those things you told me well I knew, I knew it wasn't true.

She said the world's her lover with all the stars connected to illuminate mangers all under the sky She let the light seduce her, and she went traveling homeless towards elusive beacons that fade with the sun...saying There's an angel in heaven There's a man on the moon There are eyes looking down on all that we do She was seen last winter with a faceless stranger on a train going east to some far away lights She got lost, abandoned in a world of phantoms, that told her the needle will help you get through the night And there's an angel in heaven And there's a man on the moon And there are eyes looking down on all that we do She met a man at the cross road and he told her stories and his eyes were like embers burning into her soul. He said, Do your prayers protect you? Do your days still seduce you? or do your dreams disappear when you open your eyes? 'cause, there's no angel in heaven There's no man on the moon There's no eyes looking down on all that we do And when the bar was empty she walked along the back street then she sat on the railroad and dreamed about home... home.... home.

Treasures often hide in places no one dares to look. Mary of Hawthorn, will you marry me? He whispers to himself as she's slowly walking by Mary of Hawthorn, though ugly I might be. You've heard it of the wise, beauty is nothing but a guise, a velvet flask of lies, a temporary prize. What you need is forever and forever is in my eyes. Mary of Hawthorn, though I live in poverty. I'd give you all I have but all I have is me. Mary of Hawthorn, though ignorant I may be, whenever you go by my mind runs wild with prose and poetry, visions of a family, our children looking up at me But Mary I will lie alone out in the streets tonight. And treasures often hide in places no one dares to look.