Penniless and tired, let your hair grow long
I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong
Memory is an fickle siren song

I didn't understand

In the gentle light as the morning nears

you don't say a single word of your last two years
Where you were when you reached the frontier
I didn't understand, no.


See your rugged hands and a silver knife
Twenty dollars in your hand makes you hold so tight

All the evidence of your vagrant life
My brother you were born


And you will try to do what you did before
Pull the wool over your eyes
For a week or more

Let your family take you back to your original mind.

There's nothing I can do

There's nothing I can do
There's nothing I can say
There's nothing I can say

I can say