Netta

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 20 a day
 An owner who's lonely 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
 So 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
 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
 Wear out the welcome of every kind ear
 And a pain in your heart that's been growing for years
 Is finally born, 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
 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