Andy, do you love me?
  Do you think about it, will you say
  Turning brushwood into blazes
  Turning summer grass into hay
  Turning sharply past the graveyard to the lakefront
  With the black waves licking up the stones
  To the swayed back screened in front porch
  Who could ever stay the weight of flesh and bones
  
  Andy, aren't you tired?
  From the sun and rain and river soaking you
  From the beer cans on your dashboard
  And the bullet hole glass spiderweb staining your rearview
  I have watched you watch an empty road
  Is it only her upon which all of you's depending
  To fill your twenty hour work day
  While all the fences in this county still need mending
  
  And in the night I do my checking
  And fix the broken part with visions of rare beauty
  But in my heart I know I'm second
  Forever fixed in you pursuit it is my duty
  
  Andy, will you toss me
  A little scrap of something I can taste
  Instead of dust from all the leaving
  And the smell of summer lying here to waste
  Under the burnt pyre of all the cast away
  The tiny shoots will spring like questions will you take me
  Out to the fenced field sprinkled with horses
  Wild in resistance to the taming will you break me
  Will you break me