Revolver

[Guante] She is standing just outside a doorway She is watching the old road to the sea She is closing her eyes She is saying goodbye in a language that she doesn’t speak She is reaching, it is dawn, it is dusk, it is pitch black It is raining still from a cloudless sky The stars burn bright in the afternoon blue The moon’s waxing and waning it’s full it is new It is falling…she is calling out a name A chorus in her throat, a thousand sounds overlapping Every name she has lost along the way Every face she will lose in the future she is standing Alone, with a child, with an in-law, with a village In a desert, in a suburb, in the snow Alone once again, they are coming to take her boy away So away he’ll go… [Hook - Claire Taubenhaus] I just want to love you right I just want to love you right I just want to love you right Why’s that such a crime? She is standing just inside a doorway She can still taste the salt in his name She is African, Asian, American, European Although her hands are always the same She is praying to gods and angels that flicker In and out of existence, to spirits that laugh How many wars has it been? how many prayers Like paper boats drifting to never come back? They have taken him to fight In forests in deserts in oceans in jungles in towns With a spear, with a bow, with a sword, with a rifle With a computer it’s the future that’s mowing him down The past is chewing on his leg, the present is licking it’s lips She is thinking of him all alone Once again, they are coming to take her boy away So away he’ll go… [Claire Taubenhaus] It ain’t gonna work out Yeah I’ve known it from the start But just ‘cause you know it with your mind Don’t mean you know it with your heart [Hook - Claire Taubenhaus] I just want to love you right I just want to love you right I just want to love you right Why’s that such a crime? [Guante] She is standing away from the door now He is sleeping in a back room, heavy They are creeping up the road like daylight Just as they have a million times already But she remembers her trembling hands now She remembers his million faces So many sons, extinguished for what? They are serving for words they have never tasted She is holding her heart in her hands now Each chamber is full, it is cold She remembers this story but knows That it changes a little every time it is told She remembers the knock on the door The morning is dead, its ashes are scattered Once again, they are coming to take her boy away So she cocks the hammer… [Hook - Claire Taubenhaus] I just want to love you right I just want to love you right I just want to love you right Why’s that such a crime?