Beautiful Fool

August the twenty fourth nineteen ninety one

You're calling for me from the bedroom window, I'm working on the lawn

Under a northeastern sky, hollow and grey

You said, "Everything's different now", I said, "Oh really, I don't think nothing's changed"

Telephone rings, it's the middle of the night

"You're awfully quiet, babe, are you still alive?"

And every star looks down and grieves

You turn and you open up wide and then you retreat

Pale blue sky, colder than hell

If you're looking for me to make you feel, well I'm looking for that myself

And a strong foundation that no heartache could shift

And the grace of god and for all this frustration to finally lift

My beautiful fool

My beautiful fool

Didn't you know

I'm a fool too?