Every blue song in the world has the answer So I'll tell you in the morning The words I mumbled into soft white pillows On a sleepy autumn dawn Oh well, we'll go to the market Go to the market Where the good weather goes We leave our prints in a dusty closet Oh we'll steal each other's clothes
There's a streetlamp on in the middle of the day It's not too far out of our way It's such a lovely day What do you say?
Or I can always Pay the woman on my way back home Pay her on my way Pay the lady on my way Pay her on my way Pay the woman on my way back home If you let me go