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By townes van zandt |
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Proofread and authorized by jeanene van zandt |
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I used to wake and run with the moon |
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I lived like a rake and a young man |
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I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds |
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My laughter the devil would frighten |
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The sun she would come and beat me back down |
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But every cruel day had its nightfall |
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I'd welcome the stars with wine and guitars |
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Full of fire and forgetful |
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My body was sharp the dark air clean |
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And outrage my joyful companion |
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Whisperin' women how sweet did they seem |
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Kneelin' for me to command them |
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And time was like water but i was the sea |
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I'd have never noticed it passin' |
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Except for the turnin' of night into day |
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And the turnin' of day into cursin' |
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You look at me now, and don't think i don't know |
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What all your eyes are a sayin' |
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Does he want us to believe these ravings and lies |
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They're just tricks that his brains been a playin'? |
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A lover of women he can't hardly stand |
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He trembles he's bent and he's broken |
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I've fallen it's true but i say unto you |
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Hold your tongues until after i've spoken |
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I was takin' my pride in the pleasures i'd known |
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I laughed and thought i'd be forgiven |
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But my laughter turned 'round eyes blazing and |
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Said my friend, we're holdin' a wedding |
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I buried my face but it spoke once again |
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The night to the day we're a bindin' |
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And now the dark air is like fire on my skin |
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And even the moonlight is blinding |
