Magic Friend

I've got a magic friend, 
Who puts the music on the breeze, 
Maybe the salt in the cellar,
maybe the leaves on the trees, 
I've got a magic friend, 
the vibration in the room, 
a player piano, 
every howl at the moon, 
he's a magic harp, 
With a wounded heart, 

I've got a magic friend
who paints the mackerel in the sky
maybe the faith in the faithless
the tear in every needles eye

He's a magic harp
with a wounded heart
sacred art 
a broken arrow.

Hang on hang dog
maybe we can make it better, 
hang on hang dog
you don't have to move the moon
you might have a fulcrum
you might have a fever
but you don't have the distance
that it takes to see the truth

I've got a magic friend
who wrote the songs of the power lines
they have no end
an old friend is hard to find.

He's a magic harp
with a wounded heart
sacred art 
a broken arrow.