close behind

you are the apple,
that eve feeds unto adam.
and i am the dragon,
that you’re chasin, asunder.

and you couldn’t tell
the truth,
my darlin.

and I didn’t help
the proof,
my love.

i saw giants
all around us, maybe.
you just kept sayin’
their midgets, baby.

and you wouldn’t sell
the truth,
my darlin.

and I shouldn’t buy
the proof,
my love.

In my life,
I tried to leave it all behind.
No matter where I go,
it won’t escape my mind.

From the shores of salsbury,
to old man house too.
From point no point,
to my home in the slough.

and I find
no matter how old I get,
that lost home
is my best friend.

and i find
no matter where I’ve been,
that old throne
calls me again.

I’ve loved many women,
some loved me.
They’ve taken me places,
some I can’t see.

From the Orient
to the atlantic storms,
our feet carried us
from ship to shore.

and I find
no matter how old I get,
that lost home
is my best friend.

and i find
no matter where I’ve been,
that old throne
calls me again.

lullabies – final

why don’t you come here little darlin’,
i’ve got somethin’ to say to you.
it’s just three words little darlin’,
it’ll take just a second to two.

and i know i’m not your darlin’
i know i’m not your baby
i know i’m not your sweetheart
i’m just livin’ on these maybes.

why don’t you come here little baby,
i’ve got somethin’ to sing to you.
it’s just three chords and a malady,
i promise i’ll sing out of tune.

and i know i’m not your baby
i know i’m not your darlin’
i know i’m not your sweetheart
i’m just lookin’ for those maybes.

now i know i’m goin’ round,
trying to fit you with this crown.
i was as late as a deity,
i’m just bettin’ that’s alright baby.

and i know that you’re hard hearted,
i know that you’re soft spoken,
i know that you’re just spinnin’ lies,
just waitin’ for your maybe.

why don’t you come here little sweetheart,
i’ve got somethin’ i wrote for you.
it’s all laid out there on parchment,
i hope the rhymes aren’t overused.

and i know i’m not your sweetheart
i know i’m not your darlin’
i know i’m not your baby
just lookin’ on our maybes.

i stole this song like i stole my life,
i stole a girl’s heart to make me a wife.
i guess i never thought
that i would find my way back to you.

i was gonna ride that train,
as far as i could see.
i guess i lost it somewheres round rugby,
but after all
it was just another avenue
back to you.

and you tell me those stories of my afterlife,
and you tell me those glories of my own fear and demise.

it seems it’s all like a silky magician’s cloke,
or irreverent like a comedians tawdry joke.
you always had your simple lies,
and i always had my precious proof.

i’m just a hustler,
i’ve been careless with the truth,
i guess i’m just like heathcliff and all his devils too,
i spose it’s gotta remain a mystery to everyone but you.

and you tell me those stories of my afterlife,
and you tell me those glories of my own fear and demise.

so i guess i’m trying to find
why i always get lost in your rooms.
i guess i’m trying to hide like little boy blue.

and you,
and i,
we’re on those moons
riding high.

so now i guess i’m trying to find,
how i got lost in your room.
so now i guess i’m trying to hide,
like little boy blue.

so now why can’t you go,
and let me have it this time.
i’m just lookin’ to grow old,
and not have you on my mind.