11Going Out
©2002 Gibbens/Weston

Every woman’s face I see
Reminds me of my used to be.
Every night I spend alone
I wish I was home.

Going out again
With an arrow and a bow.
Gonna shoot it at the moon
That brings me down so low.

The girls are all so nice to me,
Talk about my troubled mind,
But every spark I see
Reminds me that my heart is blind

And going out again…

So thank you for your company
And thank your friend from me.
I really must be going now,
There’s somewhere IÕd like to be.

Now the blackbird is whistling slow
As though at something surprising.
I think itÕs morning’s first glow
Of which he’s repeating the rumour.
Now she turns from to to fro
And squeezes down on the horizon
Where the houses all sleep in a row,
The moon like a big fat satsuma.

You did look sweet
As you were lying down to sleep
But I was not so tall,
Falling out your door.

Going out again
With an arrow and a bow.
Gonna shoot it at the moon
That brings me down so low.

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