Written decades ago while I was running a wire bending machine.
Well, it must have been a dream you had, I heard to doctor say
As he touched me on the shoulder and said it was okay
For me to go back on the street
And I needn’t come to him unless my dream should repeat
I tripped out of his office, reaching through the air
I was feeling kind of easy, my mind was free of care
When up came a taxi man, he took me by surprise
He asked me if I was the man of paradise
At once I showed my hands, to prove there were no scars
When he said he had no doubt, he’d seen it in the stars
And pulled on my shirt to look into my side
As he called the plastic surgeon to see if I had lied
Along came the surgeon, he was looking to the skies
And he said it was for certain, “He’s the man of paradise.”
I screamed for my doctor, but he had a call to make
As he hollered not to worry, it was a dream and I would wake
But me, I knew better, I was running down the road
When I met a sweet Madonna who said she cooked and sewed
I went into her kitchen behind her through the door
And asked her most discretely if we’d ever met before
She said it seemed likely it was some time ago
Or at least she had heard of me of the radio
I waited for a while to take my food and rest
When Madonna came to me and put a finger to my chest
She said, “I am the one who cried outside your grave
When you acted like a hero and you had a world to save.”
I knew right away that her words were just a lie
But I had it hard to figure with such an alibi
So I asked her for a favor that she would tell
No one that she knew me while I went down to the well
There I met a woman who was suffering from the drought
And she asked me if I knew what this wonder was about
I said, “What wonder are you speaking of?”
She said, “We’re in the middle of the garden of love.”
I said, “Where is this garden, please?”
She said, “Over there, underneath the trees.”
I went into the garden to find myself a leaf
And was very badly shaken when she said her name was Eve
I asked her if she was the woman by the well
When she brought me by the arm and said
“Let’s play show and tell.”
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