4° Time Around - Bob Dylan

    When she said, "Don't waste
    your words, they're just lies,"
    I cried she was deaf.
    And she worked on my face
    until breaking my eyes,
    Then said, "What else you got left?"
    It was then that I got up to leave
    But she said, "Don't forget,
    Ev'rybody must give something back
    For something they get."

    I stood there and hummed,
    I tapped on her drum
    and asked her how come.
    And she buttoned her boot,
    And straightened her suit,
    Then she said, "Don't get cute."
    So I forced my hands in my pockets
    And felt with my thumbs,
    And gallantly handed her
    My very last piece of gum.

    She threw me outside,
    I stood in the dirt
    where every one walked.
    And after finding I'd
    Forgotten my shirt,
    I went back and knocked.
    I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
    And I tried to make sense,
    Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
    That leaned up against

    Her Jamaican rum
    And when she did come,
    I asked her for some.
    She said, "No, dear."
    I said, "Your words aren't clear,
    You'd better spit out your gum."
    She screamed  till her face got so red,
    Then she fell on the floor,
    And I covered her up and then
    Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

    And when I was through,
    I filled up my shoe
    And brought it to you.
    And you, you took me in,
    You loved me then,
    You didn't waste time.
    And I, I never took much,
    I never asked for your crutch,
    Now don't ask for mine.


    Marco Giunco
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