Lovey
Album - 21 agosto 1990 - Debaser id 60065

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
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow
'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears

By the blue tiled walls
near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to

These days, she says,
I feel my life Just like a river running thru

The year of the cat

Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli

So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat

Well, morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away the choice
and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on

But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay

In the year of the cat

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,
he'll forgive me my pain.

You're my girl, don't you show it.
To know you know is to know it.
When you can't trust yourself,
baby, trust someone else.

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

You're my girl, don't you show it.
To know you know is to know it.
When you can't trust yourself,
baby, trust someone else.

Ride with me.
Ride with me.
Ride with me.

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.
She's right out front and looks a mess.
Unwanted guest. We lied to her.
I miss my stove. Feel sad I guess.

I know I shouldn't think about it anymore.
"What's the point?" you say.
But I'm reminded each time I walk out my door.
My stove is gone to stay.

He 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.
She's right out front and looks a mess.
Unwanted guest. We lied to her.
I miss my stove. Feel sad I guess.

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 mans gotta say what he's gotta say
I ain't hangin' around no more
tonight I'm picking 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
cause tonight I'm leaving you

sometimes a mans gotta say what he's gotta say
even if it's real bad news
tonight I'm walking out that door
and I'm making love to a bottle of booze

Don't try and track me down!