0 LAST YEAR'S MAN 1 The rain falls down on last year's man, 2 that's a jew's harp on the table, 3 that's a crayon in his hand. 4 And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled 5 far past the stems of thumbtacks 6 that still throw shadows on the wood. 7 And the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend 8 and all the rain falls down amen 9 on the works of last year's man. 10 I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark 11 oh one by one she had to tell them 12 that her name was Joan of Arc. 13 I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while; 14 I want to thank you, Joan of Arc, 15 for treating me so well. 16 And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight; 17 all these wounded boys you lie beside, 18 goodnight, my friends, goodnight. 19 I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived; 20 Bethlehem the bridegroom, 21 Babylon the bride. 22 Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me, 23 and Bethlehem inflamed us both 24 like the shy one at some orgy. 25 And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil 26 that I had to draw aside to see 27 the serpent eat its tail. 28 Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain 29 so I hang upon my altar 30 and I hoist my axe again. 31 And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began 32 when Jesus was the honeymoon 33 and Cain was just the man. 34 And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin 35 that the wilderness is gathering 36 all its children back again. 37 The rain falls down on last year's man, 38 an hour has gone by 39 and he has not moved his hand. 40 But everything will happen if he only gives the word; 41 the lovers will rise up 42 and the mountains touch the ground. 43 But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend 44 and all the rain falls down amen 45 on the works of last year's man.