Three days and a bed for recovery
Two years in a cell for a robbery
Twenty-seven I have seen a funny dancing litte dream rising shiver on my skin and flying up above my pillow
Two hours with the summer rising mercury
Fifteen minutes catching crickets from a rising tree
Twenty-seven I have seen many summers on the screen, many fires burning clean boulevards from my window
All you servants at the door, listen to your king
Bow your head and be quiet as the emperor sings
Twenty-seven I have seen both the devil and the Queen goin’ to heaven on a green brush stolen from my kitchen
