Beautiful Fool

August the 24, 1991 You're calling for me from the bedroom window I'm working on the lawn Under a northeastern sky Hollow and gray You said, "Everything's different now." I said, "Oh really, I dont' 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 The grace of God and for all this frustration to finally life My beautiful fool My beautiful fool Didn't you know I'm a fool too