ya been writin, been singin
been lovin yer women
been slobberin into yer beer
been hatin and baitin
teasin and waitin fer her
evry one a yer years

ya been early been late
been mixin yer fate
in colors o kafka's dread
ya been drinkin and quittin
and eatin and spittin that fella
who lives in yer head

livin and dyin
been screechin and cryin
til yer face ain't lyin no more
spun round and round
even upside down
yer image is plastered on doors

ya been back and forth
heard the wind blowin north
showed everybody ya care
bought presents fer babies
stole bread from ol ladies
dreamt futures, yer past everywhere

ya painted her skin
drawn her tough, sung her thin
ya've even slept in her name
ya prayed to her mouth
and searched in her south
but all it brought ya was fame

tho ya lied in yer fear
she ain't stayin where ya thought
and ya know it fer sure
yer darkness and pain
the streets where ya've lain
are stirrin tommorow with her

she said no to the glitz
with their egos and fits
antique bongs and idiot heads
dancin boys, all that noise
ain't worth the joys
been writin at home instead

she's eatin from cans
been raisin a man, divorcin
and reading yer book
been pickin up sticks since '66
and livin the thing in her look

jes keep singin along
to yer weary ol song
and dontcha ever despair
she's livin in hock
invisible, clocked
rearrangin the world with tears..