Every Horn Stirs Up A Stupid Hope 03/02/93

Every horn stirs up a stupid hope
And each ring...

I must climb to get up to my eyes
And it's all that I can do
To keep from falling way back down
Into my heart

The stairs inside my throat are slippery
So I keep swallowing my pride
And checking at the door

If you load to many sacks of
Spanish onions on a pallet it
Will tip without a doubt but
Also it will be so difficult
To move

Open up that corn and look "How
does this one do you, ma'am no
kernels out of place." "I'll
just look at a few more? If you
don't mind?"

My fingers bleed from shucking other people's corn

Every horn stirs up a stupid hope
And each ring...