Expecting Rain

His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen

She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl

You're a big girl now

Just don’t know what to do
I’d give anything to be with you

I’ll look for you in old Honolulu
San Francisco, Ashtabula


(I'm listening to Blood on the Tacks right now, in case you hadn't already guessed )

She might be in Tangiers

I’m in Boston town, in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Well, maybe I do but I’m just really not sure

I want you, soooo baaaaad...

You angel you

I can’t remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don’t look into mine

All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now

Well now what's the use in dreamin'
You got better things to do
Dreams never did work for me anyway
Even when they did come true

I’d like to get you to change your mind
But it looks like you won’t

Someday baby...

It's been nice seeing you
You read me like a book

Seeing the real you at last

You know, I know, the sun will always shine
So baby, please stop crying ’cause it’s tearing up my mind

All we need is honesty
A little humility and trust

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone

Little rooster crowing, there must be something on his mind

I've got my mind made up
Yeah, got my mind made up

I can write you poems, make a strong man lose his mind...

It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you anymore

I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse