If There Ever Was A Fool

Written in November of 1993 in Edmonton Alberta through May of 1995 in Nanaimo British Columbia

My baby loves me, with all the strength of a freight train
She loves me calm with all the peace of Sunday
I’m in the market for some pride, I can’t give away my shame
Reasons for these feelings ain’t no tongue could ever explain
She says she knows me like nobody else
I wish she’d introduce me to me, because I swear I don’t know myself
Was I born with this restlessness or just pick it up along the way
Or was it when I first loved you on that fateful summer’s day

I said “Lord, what have you done?
If there ever was a fool, then I’m the one”
I keep falling and calling and crawling deeper inside myself

They say you must walk a mile in a man’s shoes
Hand in hand to the Promise Land but first the Valley of Blues
We can talk and talk but talking won’t do no use
She said “Come on now, I’ll show you how”
But, Lord, if there ever was a fool

Deal with the consequences, I guess my bed’s been made
It’s too long now, I can’t slow down and there’s debts to be paid
I’m looking over my shoulder, sometimes I wish you were there
Distorted and slanted, the seeds been planted
Is that perfume in the air?

I said “Lord, what have you done?
If there ever was a fool, then I’m the one”
I keep falling and calling and crawling deeper inside myself

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