Roy Harper - Me And My Woman Lyrics
I never know what kind of day it is on my battlefield of idealsBut the way she touches and the way it feels, must be just how it healsAh but it's got a little better since I let her sundanceI never know what time of year it is living on top of the fireBut the robin outside has to hunt and hide in the cold frosty shireAh but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes and his warm earsAnd he's got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nearsHe spreads her a shelterShe takes the tall skiesAs they helter skelterAlong the same sighsAnd she wakes my days with a glad faceShe fakes and says I'm a hard caseShe makes and plays like a bad aceCarrying my ways into scarred spaceAnd she knows me wellAh but what the hellOnly time can tell, where we're going toMe and my womanMe and my little womanAnd the Lord speaks out and the pigpens fawnThe sword slides out and the nations mournThe hoard strides out and the chosen spawnThe devil rides out and the heavens yawnAnd he knows me wellAh but what the hellOnly time can tell, where we're going toMe and my womanMe and my womanMe and my little womanWhat a lovely dayWhat a day to play at livingWhat a mess we makeWhat a trust we breakNot giving our wings to our childrenO how we fail themO how we nail themSunset my colourAnd king is my nameDarkness she's my loverAnd we live in shameToo far awayFrom the light of the dayAnd so near, and so near hereCan i break through the silence that has taken my placeOn the plains of the morning that i just could not faceAsking you these questionsTelling you these liesEnveloping directionsDeveloping disguiseOpen to suggestionsBut closed to all my eyesDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standSpace is just an ashtrayFlesh is my best wheelThe atmosphere's my highwayAnd the landscape's my next mealI need my own Good FridayAnd I'm trying my best to fix the dealDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standI am the new crowned landlordOf all beneath my starQueuing up for doomsdayIn my homesick motor carBorn before my motherDied before my PaDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standThe cuckoo, she moves through the dawn fanfareThe dew leaves the rooves in the magic airFeel a finger running through my nightmares lairFeel most together with my nowhere stareAnd you know me wellAh but what the hellOnly time can tell, where am I going toMe and my womanMe and my little womanMe and my womanMe and my little woman
