Today, a thousand years
Of strained affection and prayer
Out beyond ideas
Of right & wrong is a field
Will I meet you there?
Will I meet you there?
The summer garden blooms
With autumn soon replaced
Another harvest Moon
So many ways to lose
So many faiths
Holy to the Lord on the bells of horses
Safely on the shore, we sank like stones
To the bottom of a made up ocean
Standing on the lake shore, Julia
Silent as a seashell, Julia
Magnet of the elk park, Julia
Laid down on the Temple floor
Send a couple rats, said Julia
I’d have done the same thing to you
Coffee and a milk, now, Julia
Who do you think needs who more?
In case your plan falls through
To mispronounce my name
(Static between me and that Salafi, Yusef)
To curse You-Don’t-Know-Who
And bow before the same
(So was the scene at al-Aqsa)
I’ll meet you there
I’ll meet you there
(I have to admit, I loved the cut of his pant legs!)
Another lovely afternoon for Sūrat al-Kāfirūn
Holy to the Lord on the bells of horses
Safely on the shore, we sank like stones
To the bottom of a made up ocean
