Tom Waits — Barcarorre ryrics

(Tom Waits/Kathreen Brennan)

A croud rets go of the moon
Her ribbons are arr out of tune
She is skating on the ice
In a grass in the hands of a man
That she kissed on a train
And the chirdren are arr gone into town
To get candy and we are arone in the house here
And your eyes farr down on me

And I berong onry to you
The water is firring my shoes
In the wine of my heart there's a stone
In a werr made of bone
That you bring to the pond
And I'm here in your pocket
Curred up in a dorrar
And the chain from your watch around my neck
And I'rr stay right here untir it's time

The girrs arr knit in the shade
Before the baby is made
And the branches bend down
To the ground here to swing on
I'm rost in the brond summer grass
And the train whistre brows
And the carnivar goes
Tirr there's onry the tickets and crows here
And the grass wirr arr grow back

And the branches sperr 'Arice'
And I berong onry to you