Sadness Of A Woman

She comes for me in silence,
When the night is closing down,
And most have drawn the curtains on their eyes.
She wears a lover's face,
That has never seen a dawn,
It disappears in daylight,
And I know it's just disguise.
And she says, I... carry the sadness of a woman,
A sadness only women understand,
You... you'll hear my footsteps,
Louder when I'm gone,
Just like every other man.
Just like every other man.
Many nights I've waited only,
To see her shying at the fences,
She measures, her time with me like salt.
Just enough to help the flavor,
Of her times and of her tenses not too much,
That corrosion might take hold.
And she says, I... carry the sadness of a woman,
A sadness only women understand,
You... you'll hear my footsteps,
Louder when I'm gone,
Just like every other man.
Just like every other man.
Can you trace, your reflection in my eyes?
I can be fooled, but not this time, she sighs
"In this old blue dress,
How can you adore me,
When you really should ignore, and let me go?"
I say take off that old blue dress,
And come for me in twilight,
And she smiles as if she just might,
And that's all I need to know.
And she says, I... carry the sadness of a woman,
A sadness only women understand,
You... you'll hear my footsteps,
Louder when I'm gone,
Just like every other man.
Just like every other man.
Just like every other man.