I CAN’T MAKE YOU WRONG NO MORE

I CAN’T MAKE YOU WRONG NO MORE

I can still recall her
nightmares and the sack
that she wore, when she
was then drinking and
we danced in Baltimore.

When I’m out with many
women, things are not
that clear. I never had it
like this before. Something
always keeps me here.

She came here for a
reason. I don’t care
what she said. I need to
see some people,
and bring it to a head

But I’ve got other
things you still need
to do. And I find
things so hard that I’ve
got to give it to you.

And out in the darkness
when there’s not
much to share, I still rouse
up new dissenters
lighter than the air.