Oh, she danced in the street
With her guns all around her
All torn like a ragdoll, barefoot in the rain
And she sang like a child to
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?
And tried for a fish with a worm on a pin
But there was nothing but fever
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?
What did I care for the pretty and the plain?
But a smile was so clear and
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?
In a cold, -out house I sat at her table
The smell of her hair was like cornfields in
and my eyes ached from trying
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?
So graceful she moved through
Happy she was in her dances and games
Oh, teach me to see with your
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?