4th Time Around (Bob Dylan cover)

from JakLocke.com (no album) (2002 December 06) (4:31)

When she said "Don't waste your words, they're just lies," I cried she was deaf
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes then said "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave, but she said "Don't forget
Everybody must give something back for something they get"

I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come
And she buttoned her boot and straightened her suit and she said "Don't get cute"
So I forced my hands in my pockets and felt with my thumbs
And gallantly handed her my very last piece of gum

She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where everyone walked
And after finding I'd forgotten my shirt I went back and knocked
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it and I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair that leaned up against

Her Jamaican rum and when she did come, I asked her for some
She said "No, dear" I said, "Your words aren't clear, you'd better spit out your gum"
She screamed til her face got so red then she fell on the floor
And I covered her up and then thought I'd go look through her drawer

And when I was through I filled up my shoe and brought it to you
And you, you took me in, you loved me then, you never wasted time
And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch
Now don't ask for mine