Gordon: Where is he?

Joker: What's the time?

Gordon: What difference does it make?

Joker: Well depending on the time, he may be in one spot, or several.

In a sweater poorly knit,
and an unsuspecting smile
Little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile
A fumbling reply -- an awkward, rigid laugh
And I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft

Your flavor in my mind;
back and forth between
sweeter than any wine,
and bitter as mustard greens
And it's light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread

The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead

Go plow some other field and try and forget my name,
We'll see what harvest yields,
and, supposing I'd do the same
I planted rows of peas,
but the first week of July
They should have come up to my knees
but they were maybe ankle high

Take the fingers from your flute,
to weave your colored yarns,
and boil down your fruit
to preserves in mason jars

And the books are overdue and the goats are underfed

The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead


You're a door-without-a-key,
A field-without-a-fence
You made a holy fool of me,
and I've thanked you ever since
And if she comes circling back,
we'll end where we'd begun
Like two pennies on the train track;
the train crushed into one

But if I'm a crown without a king,
if I'm a broken, open seed
If I come without a thing,
then I come with all I need
No boat out in the blue,
no place to rest your head

The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead


I do not exist (10x)
Only YOU exist
I do not exist

I am a woman of no distinction. Of little importance, I’m a woman of no reputation save that which is bad.

You whisper as I pass by and cast judgmental glances. Though you don’t really take the time to look at me, or even get to know me.

For to be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known, and otherwise what is the point of doing either one of them in the first place.

I want to be known.

I want someone to look at my face and not just see two eyes, a nose, a mouth and two ears

But to see all that I am and could be, all my hopes loves and fears. But that is too much to hope for, to wish for or pray for, so I don’t, not anymore.

Now I keep to myself, by that I mean the pain. Pain that keeps me in my own private jail, the pain that’s brought me here at midday to this well.

To ask for a drink is no big quest, but to ask it of me, a woman unclean, ashamed, used, abused,an outcast,a failure, a disappointment a sinner.

No drink passing from these hands to your lips could ever be refreshing, only condemning as I’m sure you condemn me now, but you don’t

You are a man of no distinguish to the utmost importance, a man with little reputation at least so far. You whisper and tell me to my face What all those glances have been about.

You take the time to really look at me, I don’t need to get to know me. For to be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known.

You know me, you actually know me, all of me and everything about me.

Every thought inside and hair on top of my head, every hurt stored up, every hope, every dread.

From my past to my future, all I am and could be, you tell me everything, you tell me about me.

And that what would be spoken by an other would bring hate and condemnation.

Coming from you brings love, grace, mercy, hope and salvation.

I’ve heard of one to come who would save a wretch like me and here in my presence you say I am he.

To be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known.

I just meet you, but I love you. I don’t know you, but I want to get to.

Let me run back to town this is way too much for just me.

There are other brothers, sisters, lovers and haters. The good and the bad sinners and saints who should hear what you’ve told me, who should see what you showed me, who taste what you gave me, who should feel how you forgave me.

For to be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known, and they all need this too, we all do, need it for our own.