Fever (Quimby)

Fever When the clocks strike At last you gotta be in fever I've gotta leave home too When the last train's gone We slide in the tattered town And we float on the edge of time Screaming eyes and glowing fever When the ghost of the town Rolls around in fever And the sky spreads a hundred thousand tears A dealer's mumbling A prayer bells are jangling a hell off a lay When bells ring out you find me in fever Well, just keep on movin The full moon tells you where to go Well, just keep on moving 'cause the devil's never gonna say: You're wrong There's a poet with his poem What a poor boy! He's stumbling with his muse right beside He offers his poem some wine His eyes have infernal shine This fallen minstrel singing of fever Heaving sin in my skin is shaking in fever The fall in your arms gets hot It's sweating love We drift on the breath of the night A million sighs in the pale yellow light The need is begging for fever Well, just keep on moving The full moon tells you where to go Well, just keep on moving 'cause the devil's never gonna say: You're wrong