Dear Lord

(альбом: Rocking Horse Head - 1996)

Dear Lord, hear Lord
Please, if you will, my plea
Send me someone else
Send me someone else

I can't eat, I can't sleep
I don't even brush my teeth
Down here by myself
Down here by myself

Though my paths may wind through walls of grapevine
Though the trees hang ripe with fruit to eat
Though the berry buds may bloom and taste fine
I can't help but look for fruit more sweet

The one thing that I'd bring
To this scene so free
Is something much like me
Is something much like me

Except with soft lips
An' tender breasts an' hips
An' pretty eyes to see
An' pretty eyes to see

Though these last few nights were white with moonlight
Though your brooks and streams are clean and clear
Though your morning sun's a fine and bright sight
I can't help but look for more down here

So dear Lord, hear Lord
Make me someone new
If you'd be so kind
If you'd be so kind

My bed's cold, the game's old
I'm awf'ly bored and blue
If you would not mind
If you would not mind