Tonight I rode her broken back - blackest fur we were so small but I sat up so straight and tall - the lamb she squeaked on thru the night, bravely crossing against the lights, landing me mechanically. She laid her front legs down as if to pray and her eye spinning around made her appear and disappear. New York's another speck in her eye. Everyone feels so sweet and high here...the highest oh lord in the sky. On that back of wooly metal over bridges and tracks we made our little way to get me what I want. I wanna be near you, oh darling oh darling dear. I feel like god here but I'll go when you want. Just say. I'm so gone up darling oh darling dear, but I wish my fancy lamb were here. She says: on each of my hands I wear shiny red rings bent on my front knees and trying to sing but I'm drunk now babe and my fur's made of carpet, eyes of glass... I'm metal I'm metal. I'm an automating thing. Oh darling dear oh darling dear, I'll be hiding inside til the earth disappears. Look inside my cracked eye, you'll see planets! oh darling dear oh darling dear, I'm going with you and I'm going to bring the lamb.