In a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile
Little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile
A fumbling reply, an awkward rigid laugh
And I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft
Your flavor in my mind's back and forth between
Sweeter than any wine, as bitter as mustard greens
And it's light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead

Go plow some other field, and try and forget my name
We'll see what harvest yields, and, supposing I'd do the same
I planted rows of peas, by the first week of July
They should have come up to my knees
But they were maybe ankle high
Take the fingers from your flute to weave your colored yarns
And boil down your fruit to preserves in mason jars
And the books are overdue and the goats are underfed
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead

You're a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence
You made a holy fool of me and I've thanked you ever since
And if she comes circling back we'll end where we'd begun
Like two pennies on the train track the train crushed into one
But if I'm a crown without a king, if I'm a broken open seed
If I come without a thing, then I come with all I need
No boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead
I do not exist, I do not exist, I do not exist
I do not exist, I do not exist, I do not exist
I do not exist, I do not exist, I do not exist
I do not exist, only You exist, I do not exist