He Doesnt Know Why

Intro:


Penniless and tired, let your hair grow long

I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong

Memory is a fickle silent song

I didn t understand


Image and a light as the morning nears

you don t say a single word of your last two years

Well you will be, you ll reach the frontier

I didn t understand, oh


See your wringing hands and a silver knife

Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight

All the evidence of your vagrant life

My brother you were born


And you will try to do what you did before

Pull the wool over your eyes, for a week or more

Let your family take you back to your

Original mind.


There s nothing I can do

There s nothing I can do

There s nothing I can say

There s nothing I can say

I can say

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