Limbo Rag

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Rob Barraco

A Hunter/Barraco song from The Dragonflys CD.

Small stone and a hand held sling
Oh ain't this a terrible time
Here in limbo
Filagreed tournaquet offstage lingo
Risky but it ain't no crime
Here in limbo
From a second story window

If I knew myself better
I'd turn away
Write myself an angry letter
What would I say?

Wink at the moon
What else can you do?
Wink at the moon
Until she turns blue

Stuffed like a sausage skin
With basil, sage and thyme
Here in limbo
Pick my teeth with a poisoned arrow
And hide inside my rhyme
Here in limbo
Black arachnids of the dawn
Spin your webs for me
Here in limbo
Play cantobello
On cast iron cello

Strolling in the dark
Through old Central Park
Dollar bills come raining down
Like crap shooting stars
A mermaid sings off key
But that don't bother me
I didn't pay admission
Just wandered in for free

I don't believe in nothing
I'm not paid to believe
If you find anything for sure
Won't you please tell me
Otherwise I'll sit it out
And hope someone somewhere sometime

Is watching out for me like I'd be
Watching out for you
Here in limbo
Watching out for you like you'd be
Watching out for me
Here in limbo
From a second story window

Might try to help you in
Some unexpected way
Might try to help you light
The dark side of the day
Wink at the moon
What else can you can do?
Wink at the moon
Until she turns blue

Second story window
Overlooking Limbo

It might not matter much
It's tough to get it right
It might not matter much
On the other hand it might