You’re a long way from public out here in this place

Stuck on this island, your clothes in a case

In a room that you rented for twenty a day

An owner who’s lonely, and stops by to say

That she’s here if you need her; she knows you’re unwell

Your hands and your eyes are shaky as hell

You came out for the magic, the feel of the Isles

You came to be healed, inspired and wild

Nearly two months of writing and candles and spells

Has left you afraid of what you can’t tell

And it’s panic each morning; the days are the same

You step out for air, a jolt to your brain

And you find you’ve been walking for hours on end

With poisoning visions of family and friends

Who just pity and sigh, their hands on your face

And drive down your reasons, each passion replaced

Now you swat down the wasp in the place where it stung

You’re Alpha, Omega, Cohen and Young

So you scream something awful and hope they can hear

And wear out the welcome of every kind ear

And a pain in your heart that’s been growing for years

Is finally born; it’s finally here

You’re too sick now for healing; it’s sudden and sharp

Kicked loose the venom, no angels or harps

And so, limping to freedom, collapse in the grass

Reduced to a myth, revised as you pass

To a true crime reduction, a nut at the end

Who lived without walls or family or friends

But for black and white photos, a wonderful face

A glint in your eye the years can’t erase

And a child born in New York will pick up the call

And dream of you nightly, a voice down his hall

He’ll row out to your island, and seek out your grave

Like thousands before him, he’ll go the same way

That’s the sadness of dreaming you’re more than you are

You’ll end up with nothing, your shit in a car

In a town with one stoplight, an island alone

Plunged down through Niagara, in parents’ homes

Found in attics and basements with ice through the veins

No matter the ending, it all looks the same

We are sailing for Netta, our luggage in stow

We get here in cruise ships and dinghies and floats

To a swirling of spirits, from far and from near

Mother of magic, your children are here