Lovey lyrics

brass buttons green silks and silver shoeswarm evenings pale mornings bottled bluesand the tiny golden pins, that she wore up in her hairbrass buttons green silks and silver shoes........

There's a crow flyin' down from over the hill.
Cracked paint on my window sill.
Each morning broke provides a girl.
Forget my evening feeling world.
When day gets dark it seeps into my skin.
And I rcall the spark that kept me sane.

Can't talk to you it's plain,
Won't start to name my pain,
Or forget I don't know why
You tugged the corner of my eye.

You left off where I got on.
Now temptation's weak and my pa-tience is strong.
Used to be I was unkind.
Now I don't call and you don't mind.

Thought it was wrong, wrong what she said.
Now you're right and I'm left for dead.
Thought it was dumb, dumb what I heard.
Now I'm eatin' every word.

Clang, bang, clang went the good guy at the door.

That pencil smell,
reminds me of school.
The clock on the wall
I can no longer fool.

Time to get in my car.
Been so dull, tired and tight.
Time to trust these old tires.
Time to not say goodnight.

Jesus rides with me.
His will is plain to feel.
Come on, you can be.
Got yourself to steal.

He's everywhere,
sends me straight across the plain.
He's in your hair,

The gas man came, took out our electric stove.
I helped him carry her.
He told me he had been a prize fighter once.
Shuffled her through and out the door.

We walked back in talked 'bout his boy at U.V.M.
and we began to put the new stove in.
But I miss my stove. She's all alone.
Call it love. She's been replaced.

I miss my stove. She's all alone.

Baby when I think of all my yesterdays
when I dream about tomorrow
when I recount my joys
when I remember my sorrows

sometimes a man gotta say what he's gotta say
I ain't hangin' around no more
tonight I'm packing up my Samsonite
and I'm walking right out the door

you know there's been some good times babe
sure there's been some bad times too
but the worst time is gonna be tonight

On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress
running like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations

She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat

She doesn't give you time for questions