Albums Forward Overture Second Bad Omen Happily Ever After Again Average Joe Falling Down Again Book of Rejection (in Book of Rejection) The Single Can't Stop Talkin (in Don't Cry Too Hard) Bus to Nowhere Chocolate Chip Cookies To You Hell or Heaven Mole Stuck in the Middle...  of a Song Still Talkin' Rolly Poly Soup Line All on Myself Ancient Eyes Lonely Only It's a Dog's Life Pretending Warthogs Moderation A Way In So Close Yet So Far...  Away UFO (In Don't Cry Too Hard) Sheila Hold Strong

Ancient Eyes by Bob Snider The Indian walks to the end of the street. He's looking for someone he promised to meet For a bottle of wine, to share the defeat Of a long time ago. The Indian's wearing a feather that fell. For a joke, he has got it stuck in his lapel. It comes from a pigeon, 'cause the eagles don't dwell Here anymore. And he panhandles change as he wanders along, He dances in front of me while I play a song, And he asks if I've been in the city for long In a voice as soft as the wind. Ancient eyes Set in a face that is young. Deep and wise and Rimmed in red; overhung. He asks me if I need a good place to stay; There's a building that's vacant a few blocks away. "You go in through the window. I'll show you the way," He say, "when I come back with my friend." The he looks up the street and he lets his voice drop. "Uh oh," he says, "here comes a cop. "Just keep acting natural. I hope he don't stop "'Cause I'm hiding a bottle of wine." But the cops on the street just shake their heads as they pass To the old window washer who's washing the glass. And he answers, "What they need's a kick in the ass!" Even though he, himself, has been burned. Ancient eyes Studying the dust at his feet. No surprises Does he expect in the street. Then he spreads out his arms, like a circling bird, Cuts a young businessman out of the herd. Turns his hand over without saying a word, But all he gets back is ignored. So he shrugs and he waves, and he walks of while I'm Still smiling at him for his pantomime. And he yells back, "I'll see you 'round the nish-nobby time," Though I never did see him again. But I watched him go as he went after his drink, Lost in the crowd, pushed to the brink. But the spirit persists in an unbroken link You can see running back from those eyes. Ancient eyes Of the deer and the owl The sweetgrass rises Though the water is foul. Ancient eyes Of the deer and the owl The sweetgrass rises Though the water is foul.

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