Caraway (I'll Be Your Man)

Candy apple Bobby boy you make a meal of it When he gets angry, dinner at the TV set He's coming to collect payment and respect City boy Sedentary bodies hover in the open air When you're wary sorry lover with a hope and prayer Pick your poison Bobby copping out to unaware And when you have it made empty pale and staid City boy never knew the strength of his own hands Watch the water drip from the offering stand while the offer still stands Yellow moon bringing out a darker shade of shame In my room, come quick while the other one fans an untenable flame For a long time coming it's a long time past But the days get colder and the days go fast And the blood on the corner of your mouth dries black If you feed him caraway he won't come back And I understand and I'll be your man