The Song of My Rope

I once had the willing describers of Hope

Come knocking at night on my door

To what cause?

I was not the one at the end of my rope

Nor was I breaking the laws

But here in the night came the knocking, the same

Pulling me out of my bed

I went to the door and I looked through the lock

But I all I could see was in red

Oh, all I could see was in red

The wind called me outside, but I stayed within

I could not pretend yet to care

For anything outside my lover's embrace

Or just the soft scent of her hair

I whistled the night all the while from my bed

Knowing that I was alone

While outside, the wind was whistling as well

Alone, just as alone as I

Oh, where will I sleep to be rid of this wind 

Come knocking around at my door?

Oh, how can I hope to be rid of this wind

And not end up on the floor,

Bruised and disheveled some more?

Oh, to stay off of the floor

Please do not open the door

I've fixed myself a chariot of gold

And I've kept it right here all the while

I'll ride it and be gone forever, I swear

And go where there's no one for miles

To cut my rope or hold to the chair.