Lyrics:

She stands and unfurls her
Clean bed clothes by the door
Like a barber shakes all that falls
From your shoulders to the floor;
And I find a letter Id once written
Half buried in her drawer
And I wonder how Ive come to know
So much less than I knew before.

All over town, theyre lining up to watch
As the carnival goes by,
And tomorrow theyll be sweeping up the streets
And the last furloughed G.I.s;
But by the early evening,
Youll wonder how it is and so will I
That we ever let another Tuesday afternoon
Come and pass us by.

But Im best to believe
No more than I can carry when I leave,
And Ill be fearing nothing save good luck.

Somebodys burning something
I can see the smoke from here
Rising just above the hill and falling
Like one last futile cheer;
If I wouldve known the way it goes ldve been the first to volunteer
To climb up in the trees before aIl the ground around me disappeared.

But Im best to believe
No more than I can carry when I leave,
And Ill be fearing nothing save good luck.

But Im best to believe
No more than I can carry when I leave,
And Ill be fearing nothing save good luck.