There I was a homeless man on a trek to the pizza shop my only care in the world waiting at the intersection You pulled up passenger in a pickup truck in your beauty and your bright, blue eyes Am I worthy enough for a smile? and you gave me a smile and though it was the day after Thanksgiving it suddenly felt like Christmas and the snow seemed to be blowing around touching my nose and eyelashes and I could see you in a bonnet with the wind rushing through your skirts We must have been lovers once some kinda sisterly lovers warm underneath the blankets in our childhood but for you, your bed is the bed of a redneck And I’ll never understand you And yet you belong on that prairie with the unforgiving North Dakota winds foreboding a hard winter And I’ll never understand you with your hard, closed–minded man who don’t understand you You, wearing your red, fading handkerchief whose red never fades You, some kinda Josephine kidnapped from an aristocrat’s ball taken to some backwoods, backwards boonies where you are the only thing between hard–living and beauty And I’ll never understand you though I’m the only one who’d care to