a horse named joe (v1.0)

the post box is emptied
by a horse named joe
the loveletters from frankfurt
they won't ever come

my mind what is in your head?
my god what is so big that it can't drag you down
that it can't make you shiver?

the falling leaves in the desert
are they a sign for the rain to come?

the loveletters from frankfurt 
are sold in the market
the boxes of my car
are wearing the tires

the postbox is emptied
by a horse named joe
and the loveletters from frankfurt
they will never go.

(c) clark nova 2001