Thursday's Child - Live

I got nothing to hide, and I'm as naked as the day is born
In November and you know what they say
Thursday's child has far to go, don't I know.

I got far to go, should I leave you behind?
And drive to Alaska on Saturday night
These four walls around me are?

No one's riding shotgun, I'm driving alone
I can turn up the music and do whatever I want
When I get to the border, put a quarter in the payphone.

Oh, my tyranny's gonna crumble
And so, sit next to me and fumble
With the buttons on my dress
What do you wanna be?
I wanna be a poet.

To get down on my knees and unplug your drain
Get an ache in my bones every time that it rains
And when I look up at the sun in the sky, I tell time.

If something is leaking, just give me a call
There's a tear on your cheek, there's a crack in the wall
I can soak up the water with the folds of my black shawl.

Oh, my tyranny's gonna crumble
And so, sit next to me and fumble
With the buttons on my dress
What do you wanna do?
I wanna watch you stumble.

Stumble through this fertile land
In your pocket are both my hands
When you get to the other side
The northern lights and a blanket of white.

I wanted to be a singer, so I grew my hair long
I needed a guitar slinger to push me along
To fill out my verse and my chorus with a baritone.

I got nothing to hide, I'm laying it out there
Take it or leave it, you can't figure it out
Thursday's child has far to go, I'm gonna shatter.

Oh, my tyranny's gonna crumble
And so, sit next to me and fumble
With the buttons on my dress
Buttons on my dress
Buttons on my dress.