He Doesn't Know Why

Penniless & tired with your hair grown long

I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong

memory is a fickle siren's song I didn't understand

In the gentle light as the morning nears

You don't say a single word of the last two years

Where you were or when you reached the frontier

I didn't understand

See you rugged hands and a silver knife

Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight

All the evidence of your vagrant life

My brother you were gone

And you will try to do what you did before

Pull the wool over your eyes for a week or more

Let your family take you back to your original mind

There's nothin' I can do.

There's nothin' I can do.

There's nothin' I can say.

There's nothin' I can say.

I can say.