Chest Of Drawers

She floats in air in these three ways
You know, you know
The road does not trust me to keep
Beneath the bushes, the three of us asleep
Go into the Lord’s house
And go in a mile
The world will bow
The knees will be broken for those who don’t know how
He delights not in the strength of horses
He takes no pleasure not in the legs of men
He’s a working man and none can stay his hand
His are the three faces of time
We keep walking and thinking things to talk about
Down on our prayers, bones in line
Go into the Lord’s house
Go in a mile
The world will bow
The knees will be broken for those who don’t know how
He delights not in the strength of horses
He takes no pleasure in the cleverness of men