Jenny was gonenAnd the moon blooms all shiningnAs we dragged our panic up and down the riverbednSweating wild and weird in our Sunday clothesnnJenny was gonenThough I thought that I knew hernAnd the rain came howling out of VirginianBlue tick blowing the water out her nosennJenny and me in the front rownAnd singing about how heaven callsnThe kingdom of the animalsnAll and all revealed to us one daynnJenny and me on the hilltopnAnd peeking at all their upturned bottlesnJumping like leopardsnJaw harp teasing the brushfire in its ragennJenny came backnAnd the wet road still shiningnIn our eyes, an angel clear and coronalnClothed in all that's prodigal and strangennJenny came backnAnd I thought that I heard hernMurmur something about no men in VirginianSpat on the ground like a letter tossed awaynnJenny and me in my dead trucknAnd turning over just where heaven callsnThe kingdom of the animalsnScratching our heads where the wolf would go to laynnJenny and me as the moon blooms were closingnAnd both her wide-eyed brothersnRunning like shepherdsnDreaming the heat of the fields all in flames