Sadie, white coat, you carry me home And bury this bone and take this pine cone
Bury this bone to gnaw on it later Gnawing on the telephone Until then, we pray and suspend The notion that these lives do never end
And all day long we talk about mercy Lead me to water, Lord, I sure am thirsty Down in the ditch where I nearly served you Up in the clouds where he almost heard you
And all that we built and all that we breathed And all that we spilt, or pulled up like weeds Is piled up in back and it burns irrevocably And we spoke up in turns 'til the silence crept over me
And bless you, and I deeply do No longer resolute, oh and I call to you But the water go so cold And you do lose what you don't hold
This is an old song, these are old blues And this is not my tune, but it's mine to use And the seabirds where the fear once grew Will flock with a fury and they will bury what'd come for you
And down where I darn with the milk-eyed mender You and I, and a love so tender Stretched on a hoop where I stitched this adage: "Bless our house and its heart so savage"
And all that I want, and all that I need And all that I've got is scattered like seed And all that I knew is moving away from me And all that I know is blowing like tumbleweed
And the mealy worms in the brine will burn In a salty pyre among the fauns and ferns And the love we hold, and the love we spurn Will never grow cold, only taciturn And I'll tell you tomorrow Sadie, go on home now And bless those who've sickened below And bless us who have chosen so
And all that I've got and all that I need I tie in a knot and I lay at your feet And I have not forgot, but a silence crept over me So dig up your bone, exhume your pine cone, my Sadie