you loved and then forgot I'll love you first and let you go 'Cause it must be so And you'll forgive or you will not And so a woman leaves a man And
England, Portugal or Spain As I do walk by the shipyards and the harbors I smell the salt and the bay rum, and your ghost again I know the salt and the bay rum, and
making the same point again And wondering if you heard what I just said If you were a weapon A hammer's what you'd be Blunt and heavy at the end And
holdin' me) (When you are holdin' me) And why so high expectation? Who could live up to this? And there's no time now for explanation Cool as an angels kiss And
luster, they don't have today 'Cause here it's just dirty and violent and troubling Extra Last year's troubles Last year's troubles Trouble is still trouble and
s pastime? A thing on a string To be thrown and retrieved Like a phone call received On somebody's birthday To tease and delight And then say goodnight And
and the ocean floor How low does one heart go? Looking for your fingerprints I find them in coincidence And make my faith to grow Forgive me all my blindnesses My weakness and
eyes Once when I saw her She made me a doll Ribbon and paper and ink And lace, I recall I danced beside her Feeling no shame 'Cause we were in costume And
Black on the red and red on black It's a tic of a tired mind Come and sit down, won't you try your luck See if you unwind Never use your 3's and 2's
call on that saint and the candle that burns keeping her safe until her return plaster and paint holding the fire a poor woman's saint holding all man
door who'd been darkened so often before of your home and your hearth and your family and wife Oh, the red leaf looks to the hard gray stone somewhere
wind and set the sail But save ourselves when all omens point to fail And if I tell the truth then I won't have to tell you this Though I grieve and
door Of your home and your hearth and your family and wife Who'd been darkened so often before And the red leaf looks to the hard gray stone To each
little kite Carried away in a wayward breeze Soap and water Wash the year from my life Straighten all that we trampled and tore Heal the cut we called husband and
you loved and then forgot I'll love you first and let you go because it must be so and you'll forgive or you will not And so a woman leaves a man and
always making the same point again and wondering if you heard what I just said if you were a weapon a hammer's what you'd be blunt and heavy at the end and
i do travel if to portugal, england, or spain as i do walk by the shipyards and the harbors i smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again i know the salt, and
The virgin mary on a chain has hit me in the mouth again as we explore the carnal score of sacred and profane Sulky boy won't drink his milk mothers
