see the one eyed candies with the gory shell see the newbian women with the queen to hell see the western light it s beginning to dim see questions of birth illude fingers of beckoning through the ice and snow i see them come above of the trees through the eyes of the child i see the soldiers own relief through the poring rain i see the city catch on fire through the shallow river bed i see my dreams fly high wild bill told me he has a big check on the way don t show me how to paint the dawn of day