Milky Cradle

Mama can you tell me something
To believe in?
Other than another lord of little children
I’ll settle for a vase of flowers
On the table
Give me just a moon and stars
In a milky cradle
How I want them every day
Brother can you tell me where the road divided
You and I from sense and our
Common guidance?
I’m damned if I can figure where we crossed our wires
I’m damned if I remember when I got so tired
How I wonder every day