Spring Hill Fair

Come and have a look, beside me
A fine line of tears, part company.
That's her handwriting, that's the way she writes
>From the first letter I got to this her Bill of Rights, part company.

And what will I miss? Her cruelty, her unfaithfulness
Her fun, her love, her kiss, part company.

That's her handwriting, that's the way she writes
Like mud in the September rain it comes, back to me.

Part, part, I said part
Part company, made he men disappear
Cut my swathe and spread my fear.

Before we'd met, I hadn't wiped my feet
Seen myself naked or, part company.

And I said it before, do I have to say it again
A fine line of tears, part company.

That's her handwriting, that's the way she writes
>From her first words to this, our last night.

Part, part, she said part
Part company, made her men disappear
Cut my swathe and spread my fear.

Lyric: Robert

Remembered your name
Evidently, you've forgotten mine.
You know a lot of people
I know, a mind dulled by work and wine.

I got hired but I got tired of draining the pool for you.
I got tired but not so blue,
To see the cracks in you.
I got hired against my wish,
With better prospects, after this.

Ten leaves,
Ten leaves, on a river bank.
Just like the glass
>From the champagne bottles smashed where they sank.

chorus

Your interest in freaks
The side show, the low life holds nothing for me.
Because I have seen it
Almost been it, and it's not my cup of thrills.

chorus

Fade: on swimming pools, hiring and tiring, and
anything after this.