@migu music@

She stands and unfurls her

Clean bed clothes by the door

Like a barber shakes all that falls

From your shoulders to the floor

And I find a letter I'd once written

Half buried in her drawer

And I wonder how I've come to know

So much less than I knew before

All over town they're lining up to watch

As the carnival goes by

And tomorrow they'll be sweeping up the streets

And the last furloughed G I s

But by the early evening

You'll wonder how it is and so will I

That we ever let another Tuesday afternoon

Come and pass us by

But I'm best to believe

No more than I can carry when I leave

And I'll be fearing nothing save good luck

Somebody's burning something

I can see the smoke from here

Rising just above the hill and falling

Like one last futile cheer

If I would've known the way it goes l'd've been the first to volunteer

To climb up in the trees before aIl the ground around me disappeared

But I'm best to believe

No more than I can carry when I leave

And I'll be fearing nothing save good luck

But I'm best to believe

No more than I can carry when I leave

And I'll be fearing nothing save good luck