They Are Wiser

The song will spin and rake and weave Night draws a warm, inviting sleeve He walks along the water's crest And picks the leaves that he likes best How certain are the lovely girls The calloused hands of aging earls A locket with a bit of twine Forget them all, this hour is mine The sound of many worldly prayers The splitting up of all the hairs Will corner, force to choose a fate To bring about what comes too late Come sit upon a marble throne Forget the room you called a home Keep not one single bit of proof That you were once a thing of youth