Me And My Woman

I never know what kind of day it's been on my battlefield of ideals

But the way she touches and the way it feels, must be just how it heals

And it's got a little better since I let her sundance

I never know what time of year it is living on top of the fire

But the robin outside has to hunt and hide in the cold and frosty shire

Ah but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes and his warm eaars

And he's got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nears

He spreads her a shelter

She takes the tall skies

As they helter skelter

Along the same sighs

She wakes my days with a glad face

She fakes and says I'm a hard case

She makes and plays like a bad ace

Carrying my ways into scarred space

And she knows me well

Ah but what the hell

Only time can tell, where we're going to

Me and my woman

And the Lord speaks out and the pigpens fawn

The sword slides out and the nations mourn

The hoard strides out and the chposen spawn

The devil rides out and the heavens yawn

And he knows me well

Only time can tell, Only time can tell, where we're going to

Me and my woman

What a lovely day

What a day to play at living

What a mess we make

What a trust we break

Not giving our wings to our children

O how we fail them

O how we nail them

Am at 5th fret

Sunset my colour

And king is my name

Darkness my lover

And we live in shame

Too far away

From the light of the day

And so near, and so here

Can i break through the silence that has taken my place

On the plains of the morning that i just could not face

Asking you these questions

telling you these lies

Enveloping directions

Developing disguise

Open to suggestion[s]

But closed to all my eyes

Dead on arrival, right where I stand

Space is just an ashtray

Flesh is my best whwwl

The atmosphere's my highway

And the landscape's my next meal

I need my own Good Friday

And I'm trying to fix the deal

Dead on arrival, right where I stand

I am the new crowned landlord

Of all beneath my star

Queueing up for doomsday

In my homesick motor car

Born before my mother

Died before my Pa

Dead on arrival, right where I stand

And the cuckoo she moves through the dawn fanfare

The dew leaves the rooves in the magic air

I feel a finger running through my nightmares lair

I feel most together with my nowhere stare

and you know me well

Ah but what the hell

Only time can tell, where we're going to

Me and my woman