She’s walking like the devil went the other way Walking like she don’t care anyway Watch her, how she gives herself another day to rest Say nothing of the trouble she’s in Nothing of the places she’s been Only watch her, how she sets the wind on fire
When she says “Good man, follow where I go A hundred miles below, honey“ And you’re out the door
Standing by yourself in the cold Thinking that you’re suddenly too old To wake up in a story that you never told someone But still you’re in a still-life she’s drawn And it’s nothing like the places she’s gone And you’re hanging by the line that she’s walking on
And she says “Good man, follow where I go A hundred miles below, honey You could be a good man, faithful, on your knees But I left you hard to please, honey“ And you’re out the door
Taking on a free man’s appeal Taking on a better man’s feel Never been a soul didn’t make a one-way deal Brother, make a wise man out of me Tell me how it ain’t how it ought to be It’s just another devil and another deep blue sea…
“Good man, follow where I go A hundred miles below, honey“ Maybe I could be a good man, faithful, on my knees But you left me hard to please, honey… And I’m out the door