When we go remember our first meeting's courage.
Let it gently devour you, and remember,
Who, at that pale post under the scrutiny of
long light, shall sign.

The people of the city will not dare stop the
free blood of men
From flowing, let it be so.

Their perfect liberty to be at ease
with one another asserted.

You must admit and know this will be so.

On that day you will not be obliged to ask of me,

"Who will bear the labor of the cold glint
in the Ax-light of a water glass
at mealtime, or who,
when the band strikes a torch song,
may lead and who follow,
or who shall sing and who only listen?"

That night in the Crystal Ballroom, after our wistful waiting
calls forth the singer's "Lover Man,"
You will know what love has laid at their feet.

When faces hold the wall and fortune
climbs into the throats
of each and every witness--Then we will go.