(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) The sun descending in the West, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I
On records the sound just fades away The players they grow smaller and smaller They return to their homes in the wires With one last riff and one last
Mariyln Monroe was so tired, She was so tired, she was so tired City girl lost in a field of rye And see what she has done Now she's out on a boat on
[Chorus:] Everybody just a-waitin' an' a-waitin' Everybody just a-waitin' an' a-waitin' Everybody just a-waitin' an' a waitin' and a-waitin' Everybody
You don't really get me baby An' it makes me lonely I don't really get you baby There's a lot of things I don't see You don't really know You don't