Woorden: Townes Van Zandt. Why She's Acting This Way.

Like silent she stands like laughter she falls
From a castle of sand like a memory she crawls
And the mockingbirds grieve 'cause they can't make her cry
They'll soon start to believe that the lady has died
What it all goes to show it ain't my job to say
For who am I to know why she's actin' this way

Once again turn away if you're sure that it's done
Tell your prophets to pray, tell your bandits to run
Take your eyelids of stone they won't do you no harm
Take your cross made of bones take your your fly-paper arms
And when everything's placed in your coffin and go
Through a scarf 'round your face 'cause the subway gets cold

Pack up your sunflower smile and your bandanna blues
Take your worthless denials they're all you've got left to lose
Take your Tinkerbell lies and your weary desires
Take the tears in your eyes take your cup full of fire
Give your lover a call if your legs start to fail
And he'll come break your fall with a bed full of nails

No need to glance back again there ain't nothin' to see
Just this drunken old man and this woman and me
And you've made it quite plain that we're just wastin' time
And you say that it seems strange that I'm staying behind
But you don't worry 'bout me I can make it alone
'Cause I got no place to be and I ain't far from home