You've got to be cool enough to k**
Old enough to know
Where the road gets rough
And where the flowers grow
With a hand held out for cutting
Your lips pressed against her heart
Between Arkansas and Saturday
It seemed like the place to start
So I told you all my memories
The human history of good and bad
Then you told them back to me
In a tone that was so sad
I cannot hear anyone ever again
"Happiness, the rose," you laughed
"Hell, a heckler's scorn"
I loved you standing over me
Like the morning I was born
So I let you use me terribly, beautifully in black
With the whip of Satan's heaven
Cracking at my back
Still you told me all your memories
Of your mother and your dad
Then I told them back to you
In a tone that was so sad
You said you could not love anyone ever again
Though that was then, the song says
Yet we're here again tonight
Laughing like two lunatics
And fighting just to fight
But when the stone of Beggar's Bed
Falls back into the sea
Yes, in that little cove, by that little cave
My little dove, come back to me
He was the saddest Man to walk the earth
Storm clouds forming at His heels
And Tambourine and Tantra girls
Whirling down the street like sawdust wheels
The Carpenter, the Music said
The Wind, the Carpenter lushly bled
This bed we lay upon tonight, my love
Will never be the same again
Laughing, laughing, laughing
Laughing, laughing, laughing
Laughing, laughing, laughing
All the way