Fourth Time Around

When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies"

I cried she was deaf

And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes

And what else you got left



It was then that I got up to leave

But she said, "Don't forget

Everybody must give something back

For something they get"



I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum

I asked her how come

And she buttoned her boot and straightened her suit

Then she said, "Don't get cute"



So, I forced my hands in my pockets

And felt with my thumbs

And gallantly handed her

My very last piece of gum



She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt

Where everyone walked

And after finding that I forgotten my shirt

I went back and knocked



I waited in the hallway, she went to get it

And I tried to make sense

Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair

That leaned up against



Her Jamaican rum and when she did come

I asked her for some

She said, "No, dear", I said, "Your words aren't clear

You'd better spit out your gum"



She screamed till her face got so red

Then she fell on the floor

And I covered her up and then

Thought I'd go look through her drawer



And when I was through I filled up my shoe

And brought it to you

And you, you took me in, you loved me then

You never wasted time



And I, I never took much

I never asked for your crutch

Now, don't ask for mine