She wouldn't need to be a bird without a wing

Or be a servant to a telephone ring

She could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed

It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart



Here comes right now



She could be moodydramatic as a play

Or be evasive as a shadow in the shade

Could be irregular and singing in her underwear

It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart



Here comes right now

Her wild and wise womanly introspectiveness

Her faults and files of foolishness

Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart



Here comes right now