Jeffrey Foucault Follow

It was a preface to motion
Rolling down the Oklahoma highway
Highway and the moon
The moon beat down
With cloudless devotion
It seemed like all heaven
Was going my way
Going my way

It was a preface to waking
The smell of gasoline
A dream of milk and honey
Honey how are you
You were there
In the dawn before the daybreak
Rising before Venus
The morning star and humming
A tune I could not name
Tune I could not name

And swallows were tumbling
Over our heads they were
Falling by turns
By turns rising again
Seamlessly tracing
The profile of night
In a balance of meaning
And motion and light
And there on the water
Passing below
I saw our bodies reflected
As a perfect palindrome

We go tearing our love down
To build it up again

From different directions we mean the same
We are the same as we've always been

It was a preface to knowing
Throwing down the dreams of my own making
For making better time
And time rolls on
Heedless of our holding
This momentary franchise
The kingdom I have made
Of your bloodshot smile
Of your bloodshot smile

And swallows were tumbling
Over our heads they were
Falling by turns
By turns rising again
Seamlessly tracing
The profile of night
In a balance of meaning
And motion and light
And there on the water
Passing below
I saw our bodies reflected
As a perfect palindrome

We go tearing our love down
To build it up again
From different directions we mean the same
We are the same as we've always been