Fourth Time Around

When she said,"Don't waste
Your words, they're just lies,"
I cried she was deaf
And she, worked on my face
Until breaking my eyes
And saying, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget
Everybody must give something back
For something they get."

I stood there and hummed
I tapped on her drum, I asked her how come
And she buttoned her boot
And straightened her suit
And she said, "Don't be cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs
And, gallantly I handed her
My very last piece of gum

She threw me outside
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked
And after finding that I'd
Forgotten my shirt
I went back and knocked
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against...

Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some
She said, "No, dear."
I said, "Your words are not clear
You'd better spit out your gum."
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor
I covered her up and then
Thought I'd go look through her drawer

And, when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you
And you, you took me in
You loved me then
You never wasted time
And I, I never took much
I never asked for your crutch
Now don't ask for mine