at one with the beach ball

like silence she stands, like laughter she falls

from her castle of sand, like a memory she calls

and the mockingbird grieves, cos he can't make her cry

but they'll soon start to believe, that the lady has died.

what it all goes to show, it aint my job to say

for who am i to know, why she's acting this way

once again turn away if you're sure that it's done

tell your prophets to pray, tell your bandits to run

take your islands of stone, they won't do you no harm

take your cross made of bones, take your fly paper arms

and when everything's placed, and your coffin of gold

throw a scarf round your face, cos the subway gets cold

pack up your sunflower smile, and your bandanna blues

take your worthless denials, they're all you got left to lose

take your tinkerbell lies, and your weary desires

take the tears in your eyes, take your cupful of fire

give your lover a call, if your legs start to fail

let them come break your fall, with a pitful of nails.

no need to glance back again, there aint nothing to see

just this drunken old man, and this woman and me

and you've made it quite plain, that we're just wasting time

and you say it seems strange, that i'm staying behind

don't you worry about me, i can make it alone

i got no place to be, and i aint far from home.

- "why she's acting this way" townes van zandt