When it’s easy,
it ain’t nothing but easy.
When it’s hard,
it ain’t nothing but hard.
I’ve watched you from everywhere –
tried to learn your secrets,
but picked up nothing this far.
Some are born into darkness.
Others achieve their own pain.
Some have sorrow
thrust down upon them,
but you forever remain
a blue sun – always rising –
spreading fingers of golden lies.
And as the burn grows
beneath my clothes
I have to stop
and cover my eyes.
I’ve known bastards,
vicious bastards.
I’ve known when to go,
I’ve learned how to stay.
So, I don’t understand
why I don’t understand you.
You’re exactly the same every day.
The words I watch you speaking
are not the words I hear you say.
And the things I see
you do so dearly,
are never finished
but just go away.
Every motion
draws instant attention
from one so helpless and cute.
The same way everybody
smiles at babies, girl,
is the way they
all smile at you.
Ride the carousel, ride.
Permanent steeds,
their fields in your eyes.
The power’s out.
It’s a hurricane sky.
But you’re in the derby
while we wait in line —
Comes a day that
you can’t stay on here,
and I’ll wait
to reveal the disguise.
Half-naked, all tears,
small hands and big eyes.
The slightest motion
draws instant attention
from one so helpless and cute.
The same way everybody
smiles at babies, girl,
is the way they
all smile at you.
The same way everybody
smiles at babies, girl,
is the way they
all smile at you.
© 2000.