Mule in the Flowers - The Weather Station, Baby Eagle

You’ve got a run up them stockings, babe

You’ve got a run up them stockings, babe

I see it running up the inside of your leg

And, Lord, the body aches

Maybe I’m an old dog rolling over

Maybe I’m an old dog rolling over

Maybe I’m a mule in the flowers

Maybe I’m a better man well-fed

Even far across the street corner

You know a man lost in wonder

You see a man wake to hunger

After a long fast

And we stop to talk, one friend to another

One sees sun coming, the other thunder

I said come on in, the water is cool

But not cold

Sun is shining, the weeds are growing

Sun is shining, the weeds are growing

One thing I know that’s always increasing

Is the past

Maybe I’m an old dog rolling over

Maybe I’m an old dog rolling over

Maybe I’m a mule in the flowers

Maybe I’m a better man well-fed