Lyric The Reckoning

I phoned you up from Dallas
But your heart was still in marble
And your head
Was reckoning



Your friends are dis-compos-mentis
And like most in leather jackets are
Coveting
Reckoning
Reckoning



And you re sleeping with some hippie half-wit
Who thinks he s Mr. Mark Smith
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning



I m left alone in Europe
Consulting an atlas
Wandering
Wandering



And it s evil that you spark off
In disguise as basic truth
Listening
Listening
Listening
Reckoning
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning