The tall man with dull eyes He does what he likes He don't think twice or compromise Is it so bad to be with someone like me? I'm soft to the touch Don't ask for much He tried, but he laughed till he cried Circling words, him and I, till we tangled our lines First thing in the morning The last thing at night I tried to imagine he wouldn't mind And someone else watching him gently sleep In summer He tried, but he laughed till I cried Circling words, near and far, till we tangled our lines