Fourth Time Around (Live at the Royal Albert Hall)

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 I asked her, "How come?" She buttoned her boot And straightened her suit Then she said, "Don't be 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 But when finding out 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 Then leaned up against Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some She said, "No, dear" I said, "Your words are not clear You'd better spit out your gum" She screamed 'til her face got so red Then she fell on the floor I covered her up and then went and looked 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 did not waste time And I, I never took much I never asked for your crutch Now don't ask for mine