The Reckoning - The Fall

I phoned you up from Dallas

But your heart was still in marble

And your head

Was reckoning

Your friends are dis-compis-mentus

And like most in leather jackets are

Coveting

Reckoning

Reckoning

And you’re sleeping with some hippie half-wit

Who thinks he’s Mr. Mark Smith

Reckoning

Beckoning

Reckoning

I’m left alone in Europe

Consulting an atlas

Wandering

Wandering

And it’s evil that you spark off

In disguise as basic truth

Listening

Listening

Listening

Reckoning

Reckoning

Beckoning

Reckoning