Is it ever gonna not, be so hard to see you around?
Am I really really really really gonna have to
really gonna have to really have to leave town?
I mean I called upon a bunch of angels, calling:
"Angels ain't you supposed to come and take away these blues?"
I mean we came upon a bunch of rabies
And there is nothing all us little animals can do
It's all five kinds of rains
All nine kinds of thunder
and eighteen white horses and won't none of them come to me?!
Don't plant no more feet, love,
in that garden of blame
Don't break me no more, love,
I'm already tame
Is it ever gonna stop, this trouble of just being around,
my friend?
Am I really really really really gonna have to
really gonna have to really have to leave town again?
I mean I lay myself upon the water, calling:
"Water ain't you supposed to come and save us all from all these flames?"
I mean we're caught among the awful branches
and you know they're burning us and yes they're learning all of us's names.
And I stood on a shore all wilted and wondering
Ain't you got no home for me? And ain't you still sweet tonight?
So don't plant no more feet, love,
in that forest of blame
Don't break me no more, love,
I'm already tame