Girl of the bohemian kind.
In the cold, bright dawn,
We watched her grow.
Wisdom began,
Season when the river was high.
On the gray stone long,
I walked alone.
Me and my heart,
Following the shadow she made.
Like a dull sky day,
I chased the sun.
Back at the start,
I was still in love with the way.
It's a long way,
From what's become.
She's got it bad for me,
She's got it bad for me,
The only game she played,
Now, turn the other way.
Newly grown up,
Folded up the color he wore.
See the all new girl,
Rehearsed and well.
Filling my cup,
Playing at the edge of the shore.
See the way she moves,
I broke the spell.
Oh, no.
Try to fix it for you, break it then it's gone.
Oh, no.
I go home, I go home.
Troubleman,
You wished it all away.
Gun in hand,
You found a path today.
And I know, nothing about.
Troubleman,
Your faith was long ago.
Foreign land,
The sea was made of stone.
And I know, nothing about.
He's gotten bad for me,
He's gotten bad for me,
The only game he played,
Now, turn the other way.
Troubleman,
We used to shake the dead.
Ship unmanned,
The rain was just ahead.
And I know, nothing about.
What troubleman,
Is just the empty name.
