Fall into the sea

Sunday morning my Rebekahs sleeping in with me again, there's a kid outside the church kickin' a can. When the ceder branches twist she turns her collar to the wind, the weather can close the world within it's hands. My mother says Rebekah is as stubborn as the come they both call to mewith words i never knew. There's a bug inside the thimble theres a band aid on her thumb, and achild in the river turning blue. They say time may give you more then your poor bones could ever take, my Rebekah says she never wants a boy. To be barefoot on the driveway as they wave and ride away and to run inside and curse the open door. I once gave to my Rebekah a belated promise ring and she sold it to the waitress on the train. Imay find her by the phone booth with a fashion magazine, she may kiss me when her girlfriends leave again. They say time may give you more then your poor bones could ever take I think i could never love another girl. To be free atop a tree stump and to look the other way while she shines my mothers imitation pearls. Sunday evening, my Rebeka's lost a book she never read and the moon outside just fell into the sea. So the statues of our fathers in the courthouse flowerbed now they bend with all the lighting tattered trees. A dollar for my boardwalk red balloon to float away, she would earn a pocketful to buy me more.