There was a fire born inside. It left me with no place to hide;
I took my shelter out in the rain.
He looked me up, he looked me down, but could he keep me safe and sound?
Like a needle against the pain?
Ten years, like a fool, waiting for you-
The yellow man who never came.
And the road stretched on- it was hard and it was long
Water running through my veins.
He was counting on his hands, such a practical man;
It made me wish that I could have my chance.
But all I got was the rain, it beat me harder than a cane
Till my blood knew the shape of romance.
Ten years, like a fool, waiting for you-
The yellow man who never came.
And the rain stretched on- it was hard and it was strong
Water running through my brain.
Yellow save me cause I, I don’t want to be free
Won’t you take me to your thick warm shelter, come now
To the source of the sound, you will recognize me
Lead me on into your thick warm shelter come now come now come now
And the rain how it poured; it split me open like a gourd
And it came on my face till I bled.
Still when I look in your eyes and see a shelter warm and dry
I want to climb right into your head.
Ten years, like a fool, I was waiting for you-
The yellow man who never came.
And the road stretched on- it was hard, it was long
Water running through my veins.
Yellow save me, cause I don’t want to be free
Won’t you take me to your thick, warm shelter? Come now
To the source of the sound, you will recognize me.
Lead me on into your thick, warm shelter. Come now, come now, come now.
You can sit at my table just one last time,
until my boots will hit the road again, see what I can find.
Words they ain’t weapons, words they ain’t lies,
they ain’t rattles you can shake upon, to shake away the time.
You don’t know nothing bout women, don’t know nothing bout love.
You ain’t the man I’ve been dreaming of.
No, you ain’t the man I’ve been dreaming of.
You can unzip my boots, boy, just one last time,
but when I zip them up again, these boots will all be mine.
You’re gonna get me talking until, until I start to cry,
until I can’t do nothing but lay down and try to die.
You don’t know nothing bout money, don’t know nothing bout love.
You ain’t the man I’ve been dreaming of.
No, you ain’t the man I’ve been dreaming of.
There’s children in the mountain, they’re calling out to me;
maybe if I follow them, they’ll teach me how to see.
You’re gonna start me talking until the world turns blue,
until it shrinks to get no bigger than the size of you.
You don’t know nothing bout mountains, don’t know nothing bout love.
You ain’t the man I’ve been dreaming of.
No, you ain’t the man I’ve been dreaming of.
There’s words in the mountain, they’re waiting there for me;
talking here with you it ain’t got much to offer me.
Words they ain’t rattles to just shake away the time;
words they ain’t our cattles, they’re our husbands and our wives.
You don’t know nothing bout children, don’t know nothing bout love.
You ain’t the man I’ve been dreaming of.
No, you ain’t the man I’ve been dreaming of.
When I don’t listen you hold a pillow over my face til I do.
That’s why I don’t think you will ever love me now- you’ll find somebody new.
And I swear I wouldn’t care so long as you felt it was wrong
to just grab me by the neck and throw me up against a wall
but when i ask you bout it you tell me that you don’t want to pop
but the crying noise just has to stop.
Sometimes I close my eyes and see a world that’s black with men as white as stars.
Just like a globe that I could shake and shake each time that things have gone too far.
Something I could hold just like a globe inside my hands
So I shake it and I shake it- oh look here comes a man
But he is trapped inside the globe- he’s only one inch high
There is no place to run and hide.
Give it just a little more time. This may only be in your mind.
There’s no way to say what is real and what is make believe you know.
Look at all the stars in the sky, girl. You could find a way to get high, girl.
You could fly away into a state of ecstasy and glee you know.
I know I will stay.
Life- lay your hand on me and guide me on my way.
I stay up late at night and make a list of ways to make you love me more.
I know it won’t succeed cause men they only love the ones they’re fighting for.
And I’d do anything on earth if you would fall in love with me
But there are things I can’t control, I don’t know what you want to see.
The only thing I know for sure is that you like to be alone
But either way, you are my home.
you built a tower for me
you picked me lettuce so fresh and so green
you showed the bluebirds the way to my door
now you never come back here no more
twelve bearded men they befriended me
let me in to their cottage where I tidied and cleaned
I frosted their cakes and I polished their floors
now I never go back there no more
everyone’s eyes they were rolling on me
rolling like marbles it became hard to breathe
so I rolled like a river through a crack in the door
now I never go back there no more
mother would you say I was wrong
to wait in your arms till I had waited too long
the ghost and footman just rolled out the door
to where the green fields stretched on to nevermore
next time I’ll carry a gun
I won’t cease my fire till I’m certain it’s done
the ghost and the footman stretched out on the floor
now they’ll never come back here no more
they’ll never come back here no more
Young girls don’t get married.
Stay away from the wedding vow.
When he’s on his knees and begging please, say no.
No way, no how.
When I was a baby, my neighbor I did wed.
And my daddy said I better not catch you lying down
nude in another man’s bed.
So I took myself to knitting,
and I taught me how to cook.
And the days went by, but they didn’t fly,
they was dragging like a fish on a hook.
Till one day my poor husband
he went out of town.
Motor car sped straight into him
and left him bleeding dead on the ground.
But my poor man, he didn’t die, but we knew he could never work.
Cause his limbs just dangled like dying fish,
and his heart grew cold as a hook.
Young girls don’t get married.
Keep away from the wedding vow.
When he’s on his knees and begging please, say no.
No way, no how.
Well I needed me some money;
payed a visit to my old friend.
Could he spare a dime for the sake of old times,
or maybe get me some work at the inn?
He said, “Now old friend, I’ve been waiting long
to get my big hands on you,
but I know your daddy, he would cut me in half
if I even looked at you.
And when I ain’t making love to you, you can’t be getting paid
Your husband sposed to take care of you; that’s why he’s getting laid.
And I told my tale to a hundred men, but they all said the same,
that it ain’t no good bending back for a gal when she’s wearing some other man’s name.
And getting no love, and getting no food, I turned steely and thin as a hook,
crazy and sad like a dying fish, too ripped apart to cook.
Young girls don t get married.
Keep away from the wedding vow.
When he’s on his knees and begging please, say no.
No way, no how.