He Doesn't Know Why

Penniless and tired, with your hair grown long

I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong

Memory is a fickle siren song

I didn't understand

In the gentle light as the morning nears

You don't say a single word of your last two years

Well you will be, you've reached the frontier

I didn't understand, no

See your rugged hands and a silver knife

Twenty dollars in your hand makes you hold so tight

All the evidence of your vacant life

My brother you were born

And you will try to do what you did before

Pull the wool over your eyes

For a week or more

Let your family take you back to your original mind

There's nothing I can do

There's nothing I can do

There's nothing I can say

There's nothing I can say

I can say