David Bromberg Follow

We know how it could be, baby
Somebody's been bluffing all their lives
All of a sudden feels compelled to tell you the truth

I never gave two thoughts about it, maybe
Now you can't shut them up
It's like you're a priest hearing their confessions
On a misspent youth

And you'd like them to tell them some damn thing, baby
But what in the world would be that thing to say
And things quiet down 'round here
Let's you and I slip around, saddle up and ride on out of the way

And you know how it can be, darling
Somebody's always showing up with a cake and candle
On a day you just assumed let slip by

Admit it, you'd be hurt if they forget about you, baby
But every year it gets a little harder
Thinking about where and how and when
You're gonna have to say goodbye

And they just keep on coming down, baby
They just keep coming, cutting you a big old slice of this day
When things quiet down 'round here
As you and I slip around, saddle up and ride on out of the way

And I'd love to tell you something, I'd love to tell you something, baby
But whatever would be the right thing to say, hell, I don't know
When things quiet down 'round here
Let's you and I slip around, saddle up and ride on out of the way

When things quiet down 'round here, baby
As you and I slip around, saddle up and ride on out of the way
Yeah, when things settle down 'round here, baby
Let's you and I slip around, saddle up and ride on out of the way