4th 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

Then said, "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 and asked her how come

And she buttoned her boot

And straightened her suit

Then she said, "Don't get cute."

So I forced my hands in my pockets

And felt with my thumbs

And gallantly handed her

My very last piece of gum

She threw me outside

I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked

And after finding 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 aren't clear

You'd better spit out your gum."

She screamed till her face got so red

Then she fell on the floor

And 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 didn't waste time

And I, I never took much

I never asked for your crutch

Now don't ask for mine