Two flat tires on the Model T   Two birds fighting for a worm   Faded squares like snowy TV screens   Where your photographs were hung      Keep Old Glory folded on a shelf   In a cabinet full of guns   Sell that engine block to someone else   Maybe they can make it run      How'd that calf get out beyond the fence?   How'd that hole get in your jeans?   Movie show was once but twenty cents   That mud there was once a stream      The moon is high, your nose is burnt   Your dog is gone   Your mouth is dry, the milk is turned   But Barbara's home      Hand in hand you watch the sun go down   Colored lullabye of God   Barbara wears her mother's old nightgown   Sleeping with a nightlight on      White sheet blowing on a short clothesline   New tree bending to the breeze   This clock's beautiful but can't keep time   What's that scar on both your knees?      The moon is high, your nose is burned   Your dog is gone   Your mouth is dry, the milk has turned   But Barbara's home