Fletcher Carnaby - Mickey Hart

Evil eye of Fletcher Carnaby comes

Lid heavy, his pace is slow

Slow paced, lid heavy and tired

Yes tired

Like the beaten-in head of a drum

The evil lines on the face that this man wears

Cannot now be distinguished from the lines of care

Care-lined, eyes heavy and tired

Looking for a face

From a place no one comes from

Crazy Harry, switchblade parking his knife

Shining steel reflects a future wife

Who waits ready, eyes steady as night

Yes steady

Like only the caved-in can

Sunshine peddlers gathering round the block

Eyes as yet unshattered bythe rising shock

Quick, ready, lives that are still untried

Untried

Like the white bitter wine of the moon