She told me her name was Cymbeline 
I met her at the corner of Church and Queen 
She was selling lies and other painted things 
I hardly even noticed when she touched my ring 

She sold me a camera for a song 
A silver instamatic made in Bonn 
Careful with my heart it's not very strong 
She wrote that on the border when I was gone 

She said that she's going home 
And she won't be long 
Half a mile from Texas 
She looked at me and said 
Everybody wants you when you're dead 

I can drive for hours when I'm wrong 
She said it like a preacher before the throng 
Careful with your life--it's not very long 
We struggle for a moment and then we're gone 

I think I'll take her bishop with my queen 
The glass is nearly empty and she's asleep 
Somewhere in my mind I think I see her weep 
Perhaps I'll check the silver before I leave

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Saturday, March 24, 2001.