I'll Show You Where To Sleep

Just paint a picture of the world

In gentle pastel shades

Indistinct and somehow blurred

Like childhood escapades

The painting box is rather dear

But the paints themselves are cheap

Leave your pack at the side of the road

I'll show you where to sleep.

Dead brown weeds in a ditch at the side

Of a field of burning corn

The road opens out before you

Like the womb where you were born

There's no need to pretend again

To try and earn your keep

Leave your pack at the side of the road

I'll show you where to sleep.

And crowds will gather in the sun

As stone madonnas weep

And the shepherd is a good man

As he tends his flock of sheep.

In case you find your tortoise shell

Is getting rather tight

You can wrap yourself in your magic cloak

And disappear from sight

And I will stand guard over you

As through the door you creep

Leave your pack at the side of the road

I'll show you where to sleep.