Memoirs of my boulevard

I hold you in my arms as the band plays What are those words whispered baby just as you turn away I saw you last night out on the edge of town I wanna read your mind and know just what I’ve got in this new thing I’ve found So tell me what I see when I look in your eyes Is that you baby or just a brilliant disguise I heard somebody call your name from underneath our willow I saw something tucked in shame underneath your pillow Well I’ve tried so hard baby but I just can’t see What a man like you is doing with me So tell me what I see when I look in your eyes Is that you baby or just a brilliant disguise Now look at me baby struggling to do everything right And then it all falls apart when out go the lights I’m just a lonely pilgrim I walk this world in wealth I want to know if it’s you I don’t trust ’cause I damn sure don’t trust Myself Now you play the loving man I’ll play the faithful woman But just don’t look too close into the palm of my hand We stood at the alter the gypsy swore ou...

How much more clear can I possibly be? You vacillate,   billowing back and forth like our bedsheets drying on the line. Your ability to   elude any semblance of rational expression borders on genius. No matter what I say, you slip through a chink in the fence,   like a greased weasel, evading capture yet again You wonder whether I am serious doubting my intent this ruthless inclination the revengeful desire to destroy what I cannot have Sleeping on me would be your fatal flaw underestimating the seething rage that swept through my being erasing all rationale and calm eradicating logic and reason You think I won't shatter that thin shell shaping and forming your world expose your flawed spirit and selfish self Finding comfort in another man's arms When you slide away from the ever green bed To the enchanted ever green forest Something which is promised and true Tear drops of the mighty falls The feeling of being the other woman