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Mona's buying milk and honey from the summer bins in Milford Market.Outside the door at six, the green bulb clicks,On.I work nine to five around the hiss of the ice box compartment,When I punch out I want to set the night to bitter flames a-lickin'The town and all the passion strickened down.And Emmy's twenty years removed now, from that morning in July,When her father held her in his arms.And dipped her freckled neck down' 'neath the river water as flies,Were darkening the brightnessAnd all of the baptismal whitenessBut darlin' all those of our likenessWere born so very ready to liveAnd to die.I know my way through the neighborhoodsFrom Mona's house to the interstate.I know my way to the greatest things we got,They're old and dirty, surely.The travelin' acts they leave their soundsFor railroad tracks in other towns,But I want to hold to something longerSomething meaner, something strongerFor at eleven thirty the town's alone, again.Letras de cancionesAnd Emmy used to say she loved me,Used to be oh so proud of me,When she saw her father in my eyes.When I dipped her golden head down 'neath the river water swimmin',The pine shine all was dimmin'The kitchen panes were pitch-dark withinAnd I thought we were only kidding tillYour father cried.Mona, you're my only friend, we could take the interstate;Though you know the interstate deadends.Will it lead us to the milk and honey,Is the Promised Land just a funnyWay to say the strangeness never ceases?'Cause Emmy, you have baptized me to pieces. From Letras Mania