Turn and Tumble Roll and Rumble

you get flat down on your back, babe
you look up, up at the black crow
he says where, where does the sky go
when it can’t get through your window
when the sun sets on your last dime
and the moon rolls off your table
you just come over and see me
and we’ll do whatever we’re able

we’ll turn and tumble roll and rumble
let the kitchen walls all crumble
let the wind forget our name
inside outside it’s all the same
all the same

you dig deep into the mountain
you feel roots wrap round your backbone
you get high doing that low moan
you come back covered in gem stone
and black clouds circle around you
made of birds flying in formation
when they dive into the ocean
you come drink some of this potion

we’ll turn and tumble roll and rumble . . .

when the road winds like a black snake
and his bite darkens your vision
and your cry like an incision
in a blind cosmic collision
when your head spins like a top babe
and you’re all up in the voodoo
my front door honey just step through
if i can baby i’ll help you

we’ll turn and tumble roll and rumble . . .