Middle Cyclone

Baby, why am I worried now? Did someone make a fool of me Before I could show 'em how it's done? Na na na na na, na na na Na na na na na, na na na I can't give up acting tough It's all that I'm made of Can't scrape together quite enough To ride the bus to the outskirts of the fact that I need love There were times that I tried One for every glass of water that I spilled Next to the bed, retching pennies in a boiling well, in a dream That, at once, becomes a foundry of mute and heavy bells They shake me deaf and dumb Say someone made a fool of me 'Fore I could show 'em how it's done It was so clear to me That it was almost invisible I lie across the path waiting Just for a chance to be A spider web trapped in your lashes For that, I would trade you my empire for ashes But I choke it back, how much I need love Na na na na na, na na na Na na na na na, na na na