Wake up in the morning

Get into bed

closing my eyes

I rest my head



There is no arrangement

No time no place

It's gone in the wind

and left no trace



Who can say,

maybe or whatever.

It's up to you

You know you can

trust me

I'll make it up to you



You move with the action

You loosen my strings

Your fingers

can smooth out my jangles

and all those things



Grease on the handle

and the tangles

in my hair

They always seem

to go together

I don't care