Officer Material

It’s 3:20 in the morning
And the car is in the tree
The journey apparently is over
And lover boy lies prostrate on the wheel
She could pass for ten years younger
Running down that country road
The first sound she’s aware of is her footsteps
The smell of smoke and diesel from her clothes
She could pass for ten years younger
If she showed any sadness or fear
If she shed drops of sweat or a tear
And she came down from officer material
And said it is not fine
From gestures grand
From daggers-drawn alliances
To do the deed, then leave
Now the mist is gently falling
But her feet still hold the road
«Faithful,» was the last word that he uttered
Before he swerved his ceremonial sword
Faithful, like a dog, a clock, a servant
She knows he’s better off dead
Better loved, better served, better fed
And she came down from officer material
I never asked her why
Seems like even now
Even her shadow seems superior
The aimless concealing guile
Let it die, let it die
Let this all die
Never admit anything personal
Codify and render general
Never admit anything personal
Codify and render general
Never admit anything personal
Codify and render general
Never admit anything personal
Codify and render general, general