Grace Beneath the Pines Lyrics

When I got there, front room was full
the little boys staring down at formal shoes
expectations burning their faces red
as they waited for dinner
at a party in your honor
in protest at your beck and call

July 4th and a faint-hearted kiss
two months as seals
each night a silver moon
in the morning the sun came up
and you were there
with biscuits and sweet breath
and knowing and desire still

Don't go, what's so great about there?
it's all damn tunnels, newspapers and skin
and meanwhile, you know, I'll be here
and you there
with crack heads and assassins and burn victims
and millionaires' sons