ISSUE: Spring 1995
People say to be good to yourself
Oh people say to be good to yourself
I’d rather be good with someone else
I’m living with no ring on my left hand
Oh I’m living with no ring on my left hand
You can’t make much music in a one man band
If I got a phone call I’d kiss that machine
Oh if I got a phone call I’d kiss that machine
Because a voice does better than a dream
I think about leaving this miserable town
Oh I think about leaving this miserable town
But my heart has got used to this unhappy ground
I must have stepped on an evil-days crack
Oh I must have stepped on an evil-days crack
A few more of those steps and I won’t come back
