Counting Crows in the poem

A long December ago

When I dream of Michelangelo

I heard Mrs. Potter’s Lullaby

On a Tuesday in Amsterdam Long Ago.

Carmelita, one of my American girls,

You have the ghost in you.

Time to come around here,

While Daylight is fading,

While all my friends are hanginaround,

A hanging tree on holiday in Spain.

She don’t want nobody near so,

She takes a big yellow taxi to Miami.

Mr. Jones, the friend of the devil,

Offered two choices as the rain king screamed his glory.

If I could give all my love or commit a murder ofone?

Her answer: You can’t count on me

She doesn’t want nobody near her home on WashingtonSquare