Kid Gloves

She's wearing kid gloves

Will handle me carefully

Cause I've got a history, cracked up and fragile

And bound to break easy

And if she could talk to me

What good would it do me

It's no secret where I've been and I have worn so thin

And she can see through me

I don't believe a word of it

Can't come around to her now that I've heard of it

Now that her soft touch is gone

She's got her kid gloves on

Here is what I've found

New York just gets me down

When the going got tough, I got a bus ticket

Back to my home town

And all the way I dreamed

Flesh wrapped in velveteen

And the road wrapped around me, the long lonely highway

Gulped down by a Greyhound

I don't believe a word of it

Can't come around to her now that I've heard of it

Won't come around cause I'll only get hurt and it

Now that her soft touch is gone

How could she ever go on

Without her kid gloves on