Warbles - Paul Revere Lyrics

I am not ready for the fall
Who are you seeing? Won't you call?
I've been a postman for the pay
But I'm writing a book about riding away

I was a captive of your charms
Of raw amber mornings in your arms
Oh how you shivered! How you swooned!
Now I dole out your mail in the late afternoons

But when I was the man with the news, where were you?
Yeah when I was the man with the news, where were you?
Yeah now I ride around like a spent cavalier, Paul Revere
But when I was the man with the news, where were you?

So I keep to my route
And I tally the leaves
Blowing dry down the street

You told me I would never change, love
Not so, not so
I'm hollowed out and in decay, love
Come home, come home

I'll be delivered in the dark
Stripped of my splintered, sallow bark
Nothing to blacken or exalt
I can't blame you for leaving, it's nobody's fault
So just take my collapse with a pillar of salt

But when I was the man with the news, where were you?
Yeah when I was the man with the news, where were you?
Yeah now I ride around like a spent cavalier, Paul Revere
But when I was the man with the news, where were you?