The Fog

	He dreams that Neptune is a prophet
	And Jupiter a healer
	And so wakes up thinking they are more than stars
	And he cannot tell the difference
	between a heartbeat and a wave
	He has a bad, bad sense of time
	And she's a queen
	She gives beyond her means
	Too pure to see through his raggedy disguise
	She cannot tell the difference
	between a photograph of lovers on a beach
	and a man in rags and feathers in the trees
	She says:
	Don't tie the blindfold quite so tight this time
	He says:
	Don't love me to death
	and I won't love you death
	She says:
	I won't love you to death
	if you don't love me to death
	He says:
	I won't tie the blindfold quite so tight this time
	And then he takes her by the elbow
	back down towards the sea
	where they become
	two very old and senile sailors
	Going in
	and going out
	(And) going in
	and going out
	...
	of the fog