4th Time Around - Oren Lavie

When she said

"Don't waste your words they're just lies "

I cried she was deaf

And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes

Then said "What else you got left "

It was then that I got up to leave

But she said "Don't forget

Everybody must give something back

For something they get "

I stood there and hummed

I tapped on her drum and asked her how come

And she buttoned her boot

And straightened her suit

Then she said "Don't get cute "

So I forced my hands in my pockets

And felt with my thumbs

And gallantly handed her

My very last piece of gum

She threw me outside

I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked

And after finding I'd

Forgotten my shirt

I went back and knocked

I waited in the hallway she went to get it

And I tried to make sense

Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair

That leaned up against

Her Jamaican rum

And when she did come I asked her for some

She said "No dear "

I said "Your words aren't clear

You'd better spit out your gum "

She screamed till her face got so red

Then she fell on the floor

And I covered her up and then

Thought I'd go look through her drawer

And when I was through

I filled up my shoe

And brought it to you

And you you took me in

You loved me then

You didn't waste time

And I I never took much

I never asked for your crutch

Now don't ask for mine