Horseshoe Crabs
Hey did you hear me, Mom?
Baby's headed home
Against your wishes I went
Into the woods alone
Just look at my face, a vegetable
Beet red, I know you
Gave me money for the motel
But I came here instead
I came here instead
What I wanted when I left you
Brushed by, so close
With the money I got pretty gone
And bloodied some poor actor's nose
One night in the park, the pellet gun
Took out an eye, I came undone
One college kid came to see me
He passed me that nylon string
Asked me to play him something
So I tried my hand at, "Blues Run the Game"
I barely made it through it
Then he had to go back to his parents' house upstate
Upstate
Woke from a dream and I was old
Staring at the asscrack of dawn
Walked these streets up and down
Looking for Paul Simon
All I found was myself
Lost in time, I tried
Singing my song but I lost my mind
What have they done
With my jealous one?
Who is gonna talk trash
Long after I'm gone?
When I was young
They used to find me pitching horseshoe crabs
Back into the sun
What have they done (what have they done)
With my jealous one? (What have they done)
Who is gonna talk trash (my jealous one?)
Long after I'm gone? (With my jealous one)
When I was young (I was young)
They used to find me pitching horseshoe crabs
Back into the sun
Baby's headed home
Against your wishes I went
Into the woods alone
Just look at my face, a vegetable
Beet red, I know you
Gave me money for the motel
But I came here instead
I came here instead
What I wanted when I left you
Brushed by, so close
With the money I got pretty gone
And bloodied some poor actor's nose
One night in the park, the pellet gun
Took out an eye, I came undone
One college kid came to see me
He passed me that nylon string
Asked me to play him something
So I tried my hand at, "Blues Run the Game"
I barely made it through it
Then he had to go back to his parents' house upstate
Upstate
Woke from a dream and I was old
Staring at the asscrack of dawn
Walked these streets up and down
Looking for Paul Simon
All I found was myself
Lost in time, I tried
Singing my song but I lost my mind
What have they done
With my jealous one?
Who is gonna talk trash
Long after I'm gone?
When I was young
They used to find me pitching horseshoe crabs
Back into the sun
What have they done (what have they done)
With my jealous one? (What have they done)
Who is gonna talk trash (my jealous one?)
Long after I'm gone? (With my jealous one)
When I was young (I was young)
They used to find me pitching horseshoe crabs
Back into the sun
Credits
Writer(s): Christine Frances Quinlan
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