Letras
Irish goodbyes
The science of
Silent
Asylum
Quietly
Scheming
Believing
I'd be leaving
In spite of
All that I'd miss
But when it
Came time honey
I wish I'd
Been
A little more prepared
Scared
Like the dog
That I am
But the poor folk don't cry
The poor folk don't cry
No they don't have the time
To sit around
And sulk all they
Want to
And I want to
Want you
But darling please
Open those
Sweet eyes of yours
All that's left of
The love that I
Have to give
It's not good enough
Bludgeon of words
The violence of
Saying
I love you
A bushel and a peck
Guess a hug
'Round your neck
Will do
You don't know how
Used up I feel
To have fallen
For someone
So lum
A pragmatist
You act as if I
Care
Where
Your dollar
Comes from
But the poor folk don't cry
The poor folk don't cry
But sometimes at night
When the sun has gone
The rivers run
Sideways
Down
My face
For vivacious girls
The likes of which
You've never seen
But from on high
Atop the ferris wheel
I heard you sing
(Yoo-hoo)
We pulled the taffy
'Til your friends they
Started laughing
At me babe
Newsprint from my hands
Loosened