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