"I've always been
one to take each and every day,
seems like by now I'd find a love
who cares... cares just for me."
- Eric Clapton
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnzoBdcIHAA
People don't understand...
say she did me under-hand...
maybe in their view that's true...
maybe it was something I chose to do...
See, she's like a child...
innocent and wild...
and I'm not like that...
I'm half-an-act...
I sent her purple roses
for her un-birthday...
we had a regal Paris picnic in the graveyard in Ashland...
she loved my poems...
said things from my dreams...
we picked out a beautiful french clock
I was in love...
I felt all-right...
but she lost her head...
oh, the things that she said...
kept me up night after night...
singing girly songs...
getting them all wrong...
with that manic light in her eyes...
See, I'm not a rock...
I let her go...
she left the clock...
it goes tick-tock...
that makes me cry
