In-Between (Acoustic)

Weed-bones shake and sway You just can't tell tween night and day I know, I know, I know You miss your sweet and lovely darling, May So strike out on your own And rattle round them old tin bones I know, I know, I know May has gone and left you all alone It's a waste It's a waste All of your fruit's cold and dead on the vine With the leaving of your lovely May In the dead of this terrible in-between time Though you know he'll return someday And John-a-Dreams grows tired As he stares into his evening fire I know, I know, I know Should sleep overtake him, his home will turn his pyre A crook comes with the in-between And douses John with gasoline I know, I know, I know He strikes up a match and lights up poor John-a-Dreams It's a waste It's a waste All of your fruit's cold and dead on the vine With the leaving of your lovely May In the dead of this terrible in-between time Though you know he'll return someday