I was born on a wagon
travelling west
and my daddy taught me
this song
he said was wrote
on the back of the moon

our wagon’s pulled by an ox that is spangled
broken-hooved and deep blue
and is itself the universe
and the ox
fed on new stars and the road ahead
is expanding
as is
the wagon

and someone’s got a banjo filled with
light
is playing
a song with their electromagnetic
fingers and a voice with the gravity
of an ox
a million miles across

oh we have some idea
we’re headed west
but we’re not sure
since we’ve found new stars
in our drinking cup
and come to think of it
we haven’t a clue
which is the front
of the ox
or where it keeps
its wheels
one night in the future
when the moon’s out and the children are sleeping
the banjo player will put down his banjo
turn himself
inside out

we’ll hear music coming from
the inside of stars
and a new ox will be born

without wheels