Nothing To Hide      Oh what a dark and dismal day   And I, with my pruning shears,   Think I'll go out past the railroad tracks   And I won't come back without you, Dear   How you were cold, and your skin was cracked   Shoved in a shelter of fear   But the headlights drew close to your back-alley streets   Can you feel the heat coming near?   Hide- you've got nothing to hide   But you're under the thumb of Creation   With your mouth full of sand and your silence in hand   You will sink like a stone all the way back home   Oh what a clear and beautiful day   And I, with my pruning shears,   Think I'll go down to the subway train   And cultivate what I hear   The melody's ripe- the rhythm beats true   And that glorious harmony clear   Their voices, they reach, like light through a pane   Of stained glass, to my ears