"Oh I know that you are an artist" she said 
"For you make your songs out of clay 
You carry the dust on your hands and your face 
You never quite brushed it away 
You were trying to chisel a perfect truth 
When the instrument broke in your hand 
Now you sit all alone on the greenhouse roof 
With your shoes full of sand" 

And the golden rays of the sun divide 
In the slanting mists of the rain 
And Maggie is on the road again 

"Oh I know that you were a sailor" she said 
"Till you came too close to the shore 
And like any shipwrecked sailor now 
You live by an open door 
And when evening sails in the masts of the trees 
Your feet seem to slip on the ground 
And you long for the little ship 
In which you can safely drown" 

And the silver mounds of the waves divide 
At the feet of the wind and the rain 
And Maggie is far at sea again 

"0h I know that you were an outlaw" she said 
"And you robbed both the rich and the poor 
Now you seek my bed like a sanctuary 
But you keep one eye on the door 
And you press my hand in the dead of the night 
And say I can heal all your wounds 
In the morning your eyes just look hunted again 
You'll be leaving soon" 

And the silver, rays of the moon divide 
In the slanting mists of the rain 
And Maggie is on the prowl again 

"So I know that you are an artist" she said 
"And you make your songs out of clay 
For you carry the dust on your hands and your face 
You never quite brushed it away 
And you work with your back to an open door 
While the light is beginning to fade 
And the windows are liquid the sky is alive 
And the night is jade"

And the silver rays of the moon divide 
In the slanting mists of the rain 
And Maggie is on the road again

And the silver rays of the moon divide 
At the feet of the wind and the rain 
And Maggie, I'm at your door again