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And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
She's a broken lady ... waiting to be mended ....
Like a potter would mend a broken vase.
A broken lady waiting to be mended ...
And have what's left of the pieces put back in place.
You were not quite half so proud when I found you broken on the beach
Remember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reach
And the band, they played the homecoming theme as I caressed your cheek
That ragged, jagged melody she still clings to me like a leech
But that medal you wore on your chest always got in the way
like a little girl with a trophy so soft to buy her way
I've had bad dreams too many times,
to think that they don't mean much any more.
Fine times have gone and left my sad home,
friends who once cared just walk out my door
Love has no pride when I call out your name.
Love has no pride when there's no one left to blame.
I'd give anything to see you again.
Every night I hope and pray a dream lover will come my way ....
A girl to hold in my arms and know the magic of her charms ....
'cause I want (yeah yeah ) a girl (yeah yeah) to call (yeah yeah)
my own (yeah yeah) I want a dream lover so I don't have to dream alone.
Through each dream how our love has grown
I see us with our children and our happy home
Little smiles, so warm and tender looking up at us
Blessed by love, the world we share
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid
or am I stoned?
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
I ain't never been with a woman long enough
for my boots to get old.
We've been together so long now
They both need resoled.
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