He Doesn't Know Why (Live On Boston Harbor)

Penniless and tired with your hair grown long

I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong

Memory is a fickle siren song

I didn't understand

In the gentle light as the morning nears

You don't say a single word of the last two years

Where you were or when you reached the frontier

I didn't understand, no

See your rugged hands and a silver knife

Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight

All the evidence of your vacant life

My brother, you were gone

And you will try to do what you did before

Pull the wool over your eyes for a week or more

Let your family take you back to your

Original mind

There's nothing I can do

There's nothing I can do

There's nothing I can say

There's nothing I can say

I can say