Where The Cracks In The Stonework Deftly Meet

O look a ways down the sunset street
Where a sad green tree sighs beneath
A building hung down with drying sheets
Where the cracks in the stonework deftly meet

There’s an older woman with just one eye
Who cackles and winks at the summer sky
While the sheets hang low and the warm winds dry
And the cracks grow wider by and by

O look a ways down the sunset street
While you’ve still two eyes and still two feet
Neath a building hung down with drying sheets
Where the cracks in the stonework deftly meet

I think there’s a picture that you can paint
With the one eyed lady as a brilliant saint
And brush the handsome with a stroke of faint
Then paint the sky without constraint

O look past Main and the dusty crowd
Past the money and walk of the proud
Then whisper hello and wink out loud
And paint your silver on a dusty cloud