Lady
Once when I was daily growing
Dressed in red from head to toe
You were all the thoughts I was knowing

And the sun gave shine, no care the season
While I learned my one, two, three's and
You fell in to teach me treason

And now I spend my each day busy
Jumping on the monkey show
Jumping on the monkey show
Searching for a face I know

And I just walk for hours
Down the red-brick march of Market Street
Of Market Street
I spend my each days in repeat

And Lady, she's all right with me
Done borrowed all my empathy
Now you know she got the best of me
'Cause she's not lying next to me
And all things fine, sweet day beginning
I got up and fell right in and
Climbed up to where you was living

And you stood in the backdoor yawning
And I caught where you ease me on
You're the reason I wake each morning

And sunshine plays the puddles
Through the mornings, evenings, afternoons
Evenings, afternoons
I count my thoughts with coffee-spoons

And something reeks of Heaven
'Neath the highway where the hobos sleep
Where the hobos sleep
And laugh about the pains I keep

And Lady, she's a friend of mine
'Cause I know how to take my time
But I can't say that without lyin'
So I'll try not to try next time

And I got no one to bear my burden
Though I could pay with sips of wine
All men like me just tuck their shirts in
Too busy runnin' out of
Do my best to do without, still
Too busy runnin' out of time
Well Lady, I can't take no rest
With all this weight across my chest
Yesterday I loved the best
Done borrowed too much happiness