For Richard Swift For John and Bill For every gift lifted far before its will Judee and Smith For Berman too I've met the myth hanging heavy over you I loved you long You rose to go Beneath you, songs, perfect angels in the snow So time to stage Forget reserve The type of great coronation you deserve I'm going out for a weekend I'm gonna borrow a Martin or Gibson With Either/Or and The Hex for my Bookends Carrying every text that you've given I'm gonna swim for a week in Warm American Water with dear friends Swimming high on a lea in an Eden Running all of the leads you've been leaving I'm overmatched (For Arthur Russell) I'm half as wise (Duncan and Curtis) If this is flat, brother, I apologize (Jimi and David, for Nick and Otis) No one alone (For Bell and Buckley) Can leave the cave (Marvin and Adam) And all you've loaned won't be kept inside a grave (For Arthur Russell, for Arthur Russell) I'm gonna swim for a week in Warm American Water with dear friends Just intending that I would delight them Swimming high on a lea in an Eden So I dream, dream So I dream, dream I'm gonna swim for a week in Warm American Water with dear friends Swimming high on a lea in an Eden Running all of the leads you've been leaving And in your rarified air I feel sunblind I'm looking up at you there high in my mind Only way that I made it for a long time But I'm loud and alive, singing you all night, night Warm American Water