Triple Spiral

I loved a triple spiral My maiden-mother-crone I folded my devotion into an origami rose Stood at her Tiffany window She said to look below Could I see the town was burning? Could I see the broken prison? Could I see that it was time for me to go? They looted the museum Took all that they could hold A motorcade of flatbed trucks Made off with quite a haul That's when I heard someone shout "In with the new, out with the old" A dusty box of letters A rusty suit of armor A casket made of 14 karat gold That's the problem No sense of time She is shaped just like an hour glass There laying on her side I loved you triple spiral Father, son, and ghost But you left me in my darkest hour When I needed you, when I needed you And now the dream is over I want it to be known I never saw it coming From my little human prism How sad it is to know I'm in control That's the problem An empty sky I fill it up with everything That's missing from my life Where'd you come from You fated sign Spinning through the centuries Expanding all the time Three worlds at one that blend together Three times I cried for us But I felt better then I loved you triple spiral My maiden-mother-crone You found me in this fallow state My mind was off and stoned I heard your strange commotion And wished I could go home To live a little longer A full Indian summer Long enough to carve you into stone