Bluebeat

Pulling away from Preston Street at the midnight call

The animals are restless and awake

We travel in hope just like we always have

Like everyone always did

The woman with topaz eyes who takes the money

and rolls the dice is counting the cards

We get weak tea and cheap food from the tattooed man

in the caravan, I don't know many things that taste this good

And there's always something new to fall in love with

Gaze into the heavens on a night as clear as ice

We held our breath, as a new jewel glistens in the

Belt of Orion