the diamond you made out of coal
my body too turned into soul

yeah, so what if you are Superman
how do you live in that little bitty book
those colossal dimensions don’t warrant a second look
you’re the sweetest example
of confection on earth
but I’d trade in my free sample for a meal

the diamond you made out of coal
my body too turned into soul

the last thing you think of
when you go to sleep
is a monkey holding up two mirrors
the first thing you think of
when you wake up
is the empty space between your ears

the diamond you made out of coal
my body too turned into soul

I’d gladly hand you the steering wheel
if you’d stay in the passenger seat
the dirt you stir when you call my name just sweeps me off my feet
give some meaning to circumstance
and I’ll take your view
but I can’t stand in both places at one time

the diamond you made out of coal
my body too turned into soul

so cloak your ghosts with angels
and I’ll see you through and through
your double veil eventually reveals

the diamond you made out of coal
my body too turned into soul


Copyright Hills Snyder, 1991