Proof

Soon our fortunes will be made, my darling

And we leave this loathsome little town

Silver bells jingling from your black lizard boots, my baby

Silver foil to trim your wedding gown

It's true, the tools of love wear down

Time passes, a mind wanders

It seems mindless, but it does, ooh

Sometimes I see your face

As if through reading glasses

And your smile seems softer than it was

Proof, some people gonna call you up

Tell you something that you already know

Proof, sane people go crazy on you

Say, "No man, that was not the deal we made

I got to go, I got to go"

Faith, faith is an island in the setting sun, ooh

But proof, yes, proof is the bottom line for everyone

My face, my race, don't matter anymore

My sex, my cheques, accepted at the door

Proof, some people gonna call you up

Tell you something that you already know

Proof, sane people go crazy on you

Say, "No man, that was not the deal we made

I got to go, I got to, I got to"

Faith, faith is an island in the setting sun, ooh

But proof, yes, proof is the bottom line for everyone

Half moon hiding in the clouds, my darling

And the sky is flecked with signs of hope

Raise your weary wings against the rain, my baby

Wash your tangled curls with gambler's soap

Proof, some people gonna call you up

Tell you something that you already know

Proof, sane people go crazy on you

Say, "No man, that was not the deal we made

I got to, I got to, I got to”

Faith, faith is an island in the setting sun, mmm

But proof, yes, proof is the bottom line for everyone

But proof, yes, proof is the bottom line for everyone

Proof, yes, proof is the bottom line for everyone