The Things I Say - Joanna Newsom
If I have the space of half a day
I'm ashamed of half the things I say
I'm ashamed to have turned out this way
And I desire to make amends:
But it don't make no difference now
And no-one's listening anyhow
And lists of sins and solemn vows
Don't make you any friends
There's an old trick played
When the light and the wine conspire
To make me think I'm fine
I'm not but I have got half a mind
To maybe get there yet
When the sky goes pink in Paris France
Do you think of the girl who used to dance
When you'd frame her moving within your hands
Saying This I won't forget
What happened to the man you were
When you loved somebody before her
Did he die
Or does that man endure somewhere far away
Our lived come easy and our lives come hard
And we carry them like a pack of cards:
Some we don't use but we don't discard
But keep for a rainy day