You read the book, liked it a lot
We talked about it on your bed was
Way too short for me, I had to bend my knees.

And after lickin' salt and drinkin' Jose Cuervo
Suckin' lime and laughin'
It was time to let our tight smiles slip into a kiss.

Wasn't that one night good
Should've we knocked on wood?
But I knew I couldn't do it,
It's just something I can't do.

Wasn't that one night good
Should've we knocked on wood?
But I knew I couldn't do it
I was sure I saw right through it
But it's so hard to refuse it
When you see a skinny chance

The merchants had their goods set up, the marketplace was busy,
But the Appalachian band was singin'
(One was out of tune)

Ponytailed males drinkin' beer and countin' money
In the fog that swirled and reeled
As busy bodies moved around.

The organ-grinder's grinder hangin' from his shoulder
Moanin' minor chords,
His dusty monkey draggin' dead behind.

Then you came walkin' through balloons, behind the scraggy weaver's loom,
Your eyes were wild and dumb
You said "Ya' glad ya' come?"

(CHORUS)

In a moment's march or year as seen behind a single tear
The colors swim and dance around
To the organ-grinder's sound.

Maybe we can touch and love, lying on a leaf above,
Then fall in autumn to the ground
We will softly swirl down

(CHORUS)

All songs ©1976 by Rabbit Songs BMI