I'm Don Juan's reckless daughter
  I came out two days on your tail
  Those two bald-headed days in November
  Before the first snow flakes sail.
  Out on the vast and subtle plains of mystery
  A split tongued spirit talks
  Noble as a nickle chief
  Striking up on old juke box
  And he says:
  "Snakes along the railroad tracks."
  He says, "Eagles in jet trails...
  Coils around the feathers and talons on scales...
  Gravel under the belly plates..."
  He says, "Wind in the Wings..."
  He says, "Big bird dragging its tail in the dust...
  Snake kite flying on a string."
  I come from open prairie
  Given some wisdom and a lot of jive!
  Last night the ghost of my old ideals
  Reran on channel five
  And it howled so spooky for its eagle soul
  I nearly broke down and cried
  But the split tongued spirit just laughed at me
  He said, "Your serpent cannot be denied."
  Our serpents love the whiskey bars
  They love the romance of the crime
  But didn't I see a neon sign
  Fester on your hotel blind
  And a country road come off the wall
  And swoop down on the crowd at the bar
  And put me at the top of your danger list
  Just for being so much like you are!
  You're a coward against the altitude -
  You're a coward against the flesh -
  Coward - caught between yes and no
  Reckless on the line this time for yes, yes, yes!
  Reckless brazen in the play
  Of your changing traffic lights
  Coward - slinking down the hall
  To another restless night
  As we centre behind the eight ball
  And as we rock between the sheets
  As we siphon the colored language
  Off the farms and the streets
  Here in Good-Old-God-Save-America
  The home of the brave and the free
  We are all hopelessely oppressed cowards
  Of some duality
  Of restless multiplicity
  (Oh say can you see)
  Restless for streets and honky tonks
  Restless for home and routine
  Restless for country-safety-and her
  Restlessness sweeps like fire and rain
  Over virgin wilderness
  It prowls loke hookers and thieves
  Through bolt locked tenements
  Behind my bolt locked door
  The eagle and the serpent are at war in me
  The serpent fighting for blind desire
  The eagle for clarity
  What strange prizes these battle bring
  These hectic joys - these weary blues
  Puffed up and strutting when I think I win
  Down and shaken when I think I lose.
  There are rivets up here in this eagle
  Ther are box cars down there on your snake
  And we are twins of spirit
  No matter which route home we take
  Or what we foresake
  We're going to come up to the eyes of clarity
  And we'll go down to the beads of guile
  There is danger and education
  In living out such a reckless life style.
  I touched you on the central plains
  It was just plane shadow to train shadow
  But it felt like skin to skin.
  The spirit talks in spectrums
  He talks mother earth to father sky
  Self indulgence to self denial
  Man to woman
  Scales to feathers
  You and I.