money never changed a thing
Death kept following, dragging us down,
at least I heard a puppet sing
guess it must be up to me
If I'd have thought about it,
I never would have done it.
I guess I would have let it slide.
If I'd have paid attention
to what others were thinking,
the heart inside me would have died.
But I was just too stubborn
Someone had a reach for the rising stars
I guess it must be up to me
Now the union scent was pulling out
I've only got me one good shot left
And it smells of stale perfume
In 14 months I've only smiled once
and I didn't do it consciously
Somebody's got to find a trail,
I guess it must be up to me
when you betrayed me with your touch
I just about convinced myself
that nothing had changed that much
The old runner in the iron mask,
he's left me the master key
Somebody had to unlock your heart,
Well, I once used to only disappear
Down in to the officer's club
I would have followed you in the door
But I didn't have a ticket stuck
So I waited all night till the break of day
Hoping one of us could get free
When the dawn came over the river bridge,
And the only decent thing I did
when I worked as a postal clerk
Was to haul your picture down off the wall
near the cage where I used to work
to protect your real identity?
You're not more than a burnout, my friend
I thought it might be up to me
I met somebody face to face
She's everything I need in love
But I can't be swayed by that
It frightens me, the awful truth
But she ain't gonna make me move
I guess it must be up to me
And I heard the sermon on the mound
And I knew it was too complex
It didn't amount to anything more
than what the broken glass reflects
Somebody's got to tell the tale,
I guess it must be up to me
I had to look the other way
Well, I just can't rest without you,
But you ain't even gonna cross the line
I guess he must be up to it
There's a note left in the bottle
You can give it to Estelle
She's the one you've been wondering
But there's really nothing much to tell
We both heard voices for a while
Somebody's got to cry some tears,
I guess it must be up to me
So go on boys and play your hands,
The ringleaders from the county see,
say you don't have all that much time
And the girl with me behind the shades,
One of us got to hit the road,
I guess it must be up to you
And my long guitar played sweet for you,
And the harmonica round my neck,
No one else could play that tune,
4.8
