Holes in my Pockets
You know me, I lose everything
There's holes in all the pockets of my coats
And all the buckles broke off of my bags
You know me, I lose everything
But there's holes in everything
Don't fall through on me
Like that old red woolen scarf you liked
She came back happily
Changed our washing pink
Never to be treated so carelessly
Oh but don't fall through on me
You know so many
Looking for something they feel they lost
You know so many
Looking for something they feel they lost
They feel they lost...
Maybe there's a nest of rings and shiny things
In the trees around me
Come to think of it, the magpies on the field
Cunningly eye me
Hello mister magpie, how's your wife and family?
Don't fall through on me
You know me, I lose everything
There's holes in all the pockets of my coats
And all the buckles broke off of my bags