She told me
her name was Cymbeline
I met her at the corner
of Church and Queen
She was selling lies
and other painted things
I hardly even noticed when she touched my ring
She sold me a camera for a song
A silver instamatic
made in Bonn
Careful with my heart
it's not very strong
She wrote that on the border
when I was gone
She said that she's going home
And she won't be long
She said that she's going home
And she won't be long
Half a mile from Texas
She looked at me and said
Everybody loves you when you're dead
I can drive for hours when I'm wrong
She said it like a preacher before the throng
Careful with your life--
cause it's not very long
We struggle for a moment
and then we're gone
She said that she's going home
And she won't be long
I think I'll take her bishop with my queen
The glass is nearly empty and she's asleep
Somewhere in my mind I think I see her weep
Perhaps I'll check the silver before I leave