world is charged with the grandeur of GodIt will

1: Linda explain, it's really not your styleI've had

the morning we trash the bedYou bring me coffee,

I’m gonna be good from now onI’m gonna be goodI’m gonna

Come with me, love, bring your wine, loveSet it by the

Sometimes my baby goes awayIn the blink of an eye on

I like your careless graceYour sideways talking, tooLet me tell you

Farmer John's daughter's messing with my sleepOh, Lordy, all I want

I know that I look kinda funnySometimes I just don't act

Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music)I was standing in the schoolyardI guess it

1: is risingSuddenly I open my eyesSun don't catch

Maybe this time for sureThings are gonna work out differentNot the

Don't explainIt's really not your styleI've had some funYou really made

I've been drinking muddy waterAnd it tastes like turpentineI've been leaving

strangers, to the showI'm the one who should be

been seen on the streetWearing brand new clothesI guess

In the great book of JohnYou're warned of the dayWhen you'll

Jo got body, he's got soulI'm torn apart without

Come, Thou Fount of every blessingTune my heart to sing Thy

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock"Now they are all on