Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts

You will believe in love and all that is supposed to be

You are the tune that keeps me right on-key

My words don't travel far, they tangle in my hair

I've been watching all the others, I've been learning their songs

She is sorry that her harvest is so small

Go on home she whispered, go on home. The trees have shed their party clothes

I like suspended disbelief, I like to spend the day in bed

I signed a new deal with the light of my life while behind sweet music played

Never thought I'd have to face up to the hard truth

Travelling lady stay awhile until the night is over

She used to wear her hair like you except when she was sleeping