Greg Brown: Banjo moon

There was someone that I used to knowshe was a personal friend of minewe were lovers long agoback in the traveling timesand I happened to pass through her townI thought I'd call her on the phoneso we could talk about what we'd foundshe said, hey, please just leave me aloneOh, and II don't knoweverywhere I gosorrow is as thin as an electric mandolinand the moon is as round as a banjoI guess he took it pretty hardhe just kept drinking all through the nightwe walked along by the old church yardin the bloodshot morning lightHe said, "I was always afraid she'd go awayI've been expecting it for years"and as I looked at the cold blue bayit looked like my friend's eyes all full of tearsOh, and II don't knoweverywhere I gosorrow is as thin as an electric mandolinand the moon is as round as a banjoOh, grandmother has seen such griefthat when she laughs we all go crazyshe says that it is her beliefthat us youngsters get too lazywe give up on love so fastand we scatter out so wide and so farwe dream of no future and we love no pastgrandma don't know where all her great grandchildren areOh, and II don't knoweverywhere I gosorrow is as thin as an electric mandolinand the moon is as round as a banjoThere's so many of my friendsand I bet there's some of yours toowho find themselves at such loose endsall grown up and nothing to dojust trying to make a little doughand help eachother through the darkI hope they find a way to goI pray they will not lose their sparkOh, and II don't knoweverywhere I gosorrow is as thin as an electric mandolinand the moon is as round as a banjoI'd like to meet you someplacebesides a tavern or a stationwhere we could look at eachother's facein a little better situationwe could have some supper and a talkplay that music that we loveand we could take a country walkunder the holy stars aboveOh, and II don't knoweverywhere I gosorrow is as thin as an electric mandolinand the moon is as round as a banjo