UNDERGROUND CAFE, 1923

in Portland, Oregon in 1923
I fell in love with you and you fell in love with me
and we opened up a little cafe
we called the Bottle Tree Brewery

and it was raining every day
we molded statues out of clay
before we swam away
when it was raining every day

along the road since then
we've both died and been born again
somehow from time to time
I lose track of where and when
names and dates and places
til all I can remember
is the paleness of your face
raspberry lips and mint green eyes
like candles in the stained glass windows
in the night

and it was raining every day
we molded statues out of clay
before we swam away
when it was raining every day

so I'll spend the weekend here in Portland
picking up such strange transmissions
deconstructing all my inhibitions
I'm having a field day full of flashes spells and trances
and every single one of our past lives and undying romances
and I wonder where and when
you're gonna show your face again
maybe down South at my back door
or right down there on that streetcorner
this weekend here in Portland

where it's raining every day
we're molding statues out of clay
before we swim away
now it's raining every day

in Portland, Oregon in 1923
I caught a lucky break when you fell in love with me
and we opened up a little cafe
and we called it the Bottle Tree Brewery