Oh naive little me
Asking what things
you have seen
and you're vulnerable
in your head
You'll scream
and you'll wail
till you're dead
Creatures veiled by night
Following things
that aren't right
And they're tired
and they need
to be led
But you'll scream
and you'll wail
till you're dead
But give me to
a rambling man
let it always
be known
that I was who I am
Well beaten, battered
and cold
My children will live
just to grow old
But if I sit here
and weep
I'll be blown over
by the slightest
of breeze
And the weak
need to be led
And the tender
are carried to their bed
and it's a pale
and cold affair
And I'll be damned
if I'll be found there
But give me to
a rambling man
let it always
be known
that I was who I am
It's funny
that the first chords
that you come to
Are the minor notes
that come
to serenade you
And it's hard
to accept yourself
as someone
You don't desire
As someone
you don't want to be
Oh give me to
a rambling man
and let it always
be known
that I was who I am
Oh give me to
a rambling man
and let it always
be known
that I was who I am