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Better You Than Me

from The Early Treasuries by Abe Loomis

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lyrics

Better You Than Me (Abe Loomis)

You came into the room to question everything
And everything that holds it all together
You said we might as well be howling at the moon
And walking out in every kind of weather

You’re spinning puzzle pieces round inside your pretty head
I’m shooting bullet holes in signs along the trail
But after all we’re only riding blind my dear
Inside the belly of the belly of a whale

Tell me is it right for me to say these things tonight
I know we’d die before we ever could agree
But time has blown away the shiny things we had to say
And if you’re suffering well better you than me

Once you were kind enough to let me in your sleeping bag
We lay like serpent upon serpent burning up
I saw your graceful fingers wrapped around your quiet mother's neck
And reaching for your father's coffee cup

But now it seems to me you’re searching for a holy thing
Pretending you don’t wish to be misread
And maybe there is some advantage that I cannot see
To waking up in someone else's bed

(chorus)

Now if we go back to the source the early treasuries
Receive the sacred papers from those blackened hands
You know I’d love to hear you say it all from memory
But you were never much impressed with my demands

And now those naked nymphs who ran along the water’s edge
And called with every falling of a leaf
Like silver birds they found the season fine to fly away
And every one of them knew that I was a thief

(chorus)

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from The Early Treasuries, released April 14, 2014

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Award-winning songwriter Abe Loomis publishes a song every month at patreon.com/abeloomis.

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