I'm Your Man
O Mother across the mountain, Sister across the sea
Would you open up your arms won't you come and sing with me
I look at the horizon, I look down at my hands
And I wonder if I'll ever see the whole world again
'Cause all of our dreams were so sweetly shanghaied
By a captain with a map in his hand
And I can't say if we'll ever make it home again
But I know that you're my woman
And I know that I'm your man
I'll pick up the broken bottles, I'll paint a brand new sign
And we'll open up our doors as if we're doing fine
I know we needn't worry and I know we needn't time
'Cause I held a brand new baby with his fingers around mine
But the breeze off the water is sometimes warm
And other times it blows so cold it's hard to understand
But we can walk real close until we make it home again
If you'll just be my woman and I just be your man
I went looking through the cupboard to try to fill an empty hole
But you can't just throw a blanket on the brushfire of your soul
And all of the emptiness I used to know so well
I'd've sold it at the pawn shop if it was mine to sell
But I see a light breaking in the dawning of your eyes
And the trees are full of birds just in from the Yucatan
And a little brown one told me that we've always been at home
That you'll always be my woman
And I'll always be your man
Would you open up your arms won't you come and sing with me
I look at the horizon, I look down at my hands
And I wonder if I'll ever see the whole world again
'Cause all of our dreams were so sweetly shanghaied
By a captain with a map in his hand
And I can't say if we'll ever make it home again
But I know that you're my woman
And I know that I'm your man
I'll pick up the broken bottles, I'll paint a brand new sign
And we'll open up our doors as if we're doing fine
I know we needn't worry and I know we needn't time
'Cause I held a brand new baby with his fingers around mine
But the breeze off the water is sometimes warm
And other times it blows so cold it's hard to understand
But we can walk real close until we make it home again
If you'll just be my woman and I just be your man
I went looking through the cupboard to try to fill an empty hole
But you can't just throw a blanket on the brushfire of your soul
And all of the emptiness I used to know so well
I'd've sold it at the pawn shop if it was mine to sell
But I see a light breaking in the dawning of your eyes
And the trees are full of birds just in from the Yucatan
And a little brown one told me that we've always been at home
That you'll always be my woman
And I'll always be your man
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Waite
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