Achilles' Desire

I don't have much but I got the good stuff I keep it tucked away where you can find it If you got the guts Walk with me, walk with me, walk with me, walk I got a girl from the burbs who won't talk I don't have much but I got the good stuff I don't know why but you make me sweat When trouble comes calling I'm packing my bags for the west I'll give you nothing for nothing if that's what you desire I'll let it cool if you light my fire And bumper shine my way home Bumper shine my way home All the square pegs and all the round holes Couldn't fit all of the stories you told The pull of the moth to the fire Your Achilles' desire I don't have much but I am a rich man I got a woman down from the Park Ridge Who is finer than sand Fall with me, fall with me, fall with me, fall Through the waist of the hourglass fall I don't have much but I am a rich man A second hand gypsy is no fading flower Fingers are frozen in furious power The pull of the moth to the fire Your Achilles' desire Cold cold sweat on the back of my knees The future blows in on the Assiniboine breeze The pull of the moth to the fire Your Achilles' desire All the square pegs and all the round holes Couldn't fit all of the stories you told The pull of the moth to the fire Your Achilles' desire The pull of the moth to the fire Your Achilles' desire But I don't have much