Lady Muse
If you can find no rhyme and reason ; And the rain is pouring out of season ; Don't have nowhere to lay your head ; And you feel you might as well be good and dead ; She will hold you to her breast ; For a while make you forget the rest of your troubles ; And your woes ; And warm you as the cold wind blows ; Oh, lady muse, you're always there ; When the world no longer seem to care at all ; She knows all about my sinful ways ; And the guilt will keep on haunting me all through my days ; No use in looking for redemption high above ; And there is no consolation in an endless love ; She will hold you to her breast ; For a while make you forget the rest of your troubles and your woes ; And warm you as the cold wind blows ; Oh, lady muse, you're always there ; When people just don't seem to care at all; 