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- Rincon

 

From my second story window
I look down on Rincon
Up the coast of California
Where I?ve come looking for the great
Barry Bonds one final summer
His health has broken down
So I?ve forsaken San Francisco
And I?ve heard that Bonds might be here
Seeking non-traditional medicine
But I see nothing but the craps games
From my second story window
In Rincon where I?ve come looking for Bonds

And from my second story window
I see the mayor in his chambers
Signing execution papers
For the prisoners of conscience
And the women throw bananas
In the street and moments later
They are grey and flat and lifeless
Beyond all recognition
Oh some say the most powerful
Force on earth is water
But from my second story window
It seems to be the cars

And Christopher Columbus
Come looking for the spice isles, and
Montezuma
Come looking for the gold, and
Charlie Chaplin
Come looking for the silver screen,
I come looking for Bonds
Bonds come looking for the cure
Magic cure

And the fishermen go out
To return again at dusk
And they love the constant rain
The fish jump into their nets
But I am not a fisherman
And to me the rain can only
Keep Bonds inside his window
If he?s even in Rincon, of which I?m
More and more uncertain
?Specially with this rain
And the news reports each hour
He?s being tested in Los Angeles,

And I found my friends
Just when I doubted myself most
They took me on a walk along the cinnamon
And they said this rain
This rain can?t last forever
People will walk around not just the fishermen

And from my second story window
The fog enfolds the fishermen
Like ghosts along the harbor
As their boats go out to sea
And my eyes alert but softly
As I stand inside my window
I will not miss the moment
If Bonds should pass below me

And Christopher Columbus
Come looking for the spice isles, and
Montezuma
Come looking for the gold, and
Charlie Chaplin
Come looking for the silver screen,
I come looking for Bonds
Bonds come looking for the cure
Magic cure

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