And they take a little every day.
She is a victim of her own responses,
Shackled to a heart that wants to settle, and then runs away.
It's a sin to be fading endlessly.
Yeah, but she's all right with me.
She is leaving on a walkaway.
She is leaving me in disarray.
In the absence of a place to be,
She stands there looking back at me,
Hesitates, and then turns away.
She'll change so suddenly-- she's just like mercury.
Yeah, but she's all right with me.
Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds
For the things that die before their time:
For the restlessly abandoned homes,
The tired and weary rambler's bones.
And stay beside me where I lie.
She's entwined in me-- crazy as can be.
Yeah, but she's all right with me.
She's all right-- she's all right with me.
She is trapped inside a month of gray, And they take a little every day. She is a victim of her own responses, Shackled to a heart that wants to settle, and then runs away. It's a sin to be fading endlessly. Yeah, but she's all right with me. She is leaving on a walkaway. She is leaving me in disarray. In the absence of a place to be, She stands there looking back at me, Hesitates, and then turns away. She'll change so suddenly-- she's just like mercury. Yeah, but she's all right with me. Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds For the things that die before their time: For the restlessly abandoned homes, The tired and weary rambler's bones. And stay beside me where I lie. She's entwined in me-- crazy as can be. Yeah, but she's all right with me. She's all right-- she's all right with me. Explain Request ×
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