Testo: Tom Waits. Real Gone. Trampled Rose.

Long way going to
get my medicine
Sky?s the autumn grey of a lonely wren

Piano from a window played
Gone tomorrow, gone yesterday

I found it in the street
At first I did not see
Lying at my feet
a trampled rose

Passing the hat in church
It never stops going around

You never pay just once
to get the job done

What I done to me,
I done to you
What happened to the trampled rose?

In the muddy street
with the fireworks and leaves

A blind man with a cup I asked
Would he sing 'Kisses Sweeter Than Wine'

I know that rose,
like I know my name
The one I gave my love,
it was the same
Now I find it in the street,
a trampled rose