text: Im Don Juans reckless daughter
  I came out two days on your tail
  Those two bald-headed days in November
  Before the first snowflakes sail
  Out on the vast and subtle plains of mystery
  A split tongue spirit talks
  Noble as a nickel chief
  Striking up an old juke box
  And he says:
  Snakes along the railroad tracks.
  He says, Eagles in jet trails ...
  He says, Coils around feathers and talons on scales ...
  Gravel under the belly plates ...
  He says, Wind in the Wings ...
  He says, Big bird dragging its tail in the dust ...
  Snake kite flying on a string.
  I come from open prairie
  Given some wisdom and a lot of jive!
  Last night the ghosts of my old ideas
  Reran on channel five
  And it howled so spooky for its eagle soul
  I nearly broke down and cried
  But the split tongue spirit laughed at me
  He says, Your serpent cannot be denied.
  Our serpents love the whisky bars
  They love the romance of the crime
  But didnt I see a neon sign
  Fester on your hotel blind
  And a country road come off the wall
  And swoop down at the crowd at the bar
  And put me at the top of your danger list
  Just for being so much like you are!
  Youre a coward against the altitude--
  Youre a coward against the flesh--
  Coward--caught between yes and no
  Reckless this time on the line for yes, yes, yes!
  Reckless brazen in the play
  Of your changing traffic lights
  Coward--slinking down the hall
  To another restless night
  As we center behind the eight ball
  As we rock between the sheets
  As we siphon the colored language
  Off the farms and the streets
  Here in Good-Old-God-Save-America
  The home of the brave and the free
  We are all hopelessly oppressed cowards
  Of some duality
  Of restless multiplicity
  Restless for streets and honky tonks
  Restless for home and routine
  Restless for country-safety-and her
  Restless for the likes of reckless me
  Restless sweeps like fire and rain
  Over virgin wilderness
  It prowls like hookers and thieves
  Through bolt locked tenements
  Behind my bolt locked door
  The eagle and the serpent are at war in me
  The serpent fighting for blind desire
  The eagle for clarity
  What strange prizes these battles bring
  These hectic joys-these weary blues
  Puffed up and strutting when I think I win
  Down and shaken when I think I lose
  There are rivets up here in this eagle
  There are box cars down there on your snake
  And we are twins of spirit
  No matter which route home we take
  Or what we forsake
  Were going to come up to the eyes of clarity
  And well go down to the beads of guile
  There is danger and education
  In living out such a reckless life style
  I touched you on the central plains
  It was plane to train my twin
  It was just plane shadow to train shadow
  But to me it was skin to skin
  The spirit talks in spectrums
  He talks to mother earth to father sky
  Self indulgence to self denial
  Man to woman
  Scales to feathers
  You and I
  Eagles in the sky
  You and I
  Snakes in the grass
  You and I
  Crawl and fly
  You and I