It was a miracle I even got outta Longwood
alive,
This town fulla men with big mouths and no guts,
I mean, if you
can just picture it,
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the
blast,
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
And all
the drunks pourin' outta the dance halls,
Starin' up at the smoke and the
flames,
And the blind pencil seller wavin' his stick,
Shoutin' for his
dog that lay dead on the side of the road,
And me, if you can believe this,
at the wheel of the car
Closin my eyes and actually prayin',
Not to God
above, but to you, sayin',
Help me girl, help me girl
I'll love you
till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal and your long dark
curls
Some things we plan, we sit and we invent and we plot and
cook
up,
Others are works of inspiration, of poetry,
And it was this genius
hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs
To say my last goodbye,
To her
hair white as snow, and her pale blue eyes,
Sayin "I gotta go, I gotta
go, the bomb and the bread basket
Are ready to blow,"
In this town
of men with big mouths and no guts,
The pencil seller's dog spooked by the
explosion
And leapin' under my wheels as I careered outta Longwood on
my way
to you,
Waitin in your dress, in your dress of blue
I said thank you
girl, thank you girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
With your
eyes black as coal and your long dark curls
And with the horses prancin'
through the fields,
With my knife in my jeans and the rain on the
shield,
I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you,
Waitin for me
in your dress of blue
Thank you girl, thank you girl
I'll love you
till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal and your long dark
curls
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