Old
Lies
(c) 1996 Jeanne O'Lone/Magic Lamp Music
Old Lies
often come back home to roost;
didja think
I’d never learn the truth?
And where
there’s one, there are many more –
like a
cockroach on the kitchen floor.
I wanted so
to believe
that you
would never deceive
me.
She told her
story oh, so well,
that the
truth rang out like a clear glass bell.
And its
tolling broke my heart in two;
I don’t
know if there’s anything left for you.
I wanted so
to believe
that you
would never deceive
me.
How could
you look into my eyes
and tell me
such a horrid lie?
Didja think
so little of me?
How could
you say you loved me?
How could
you?
How could
you?
How?
Old Lies
often come back home to roost;
didja think
I’d never learn the truth?
And where
there’s one, there are many more –
like a
cockroach on the kitchen floor.
I wanted so
to believe
that you
would never deceive
me.