The Way It WIll Be - Gillian Welch

I lost you awhile ago

Still I don’t know why

I can’t say your name

Without a crow flying by

Gotta watch my back now

That you turned me around

Got me walking backwards

Into my hometown

Throw me a rope

On the rolling tide

What did you want me to be?

You said it’s him or me

The way you made it

That’s the way it will be

We were seven years on the Burma shore

With Gatling guns and paint

Working the lowlands door-to-door

Like a Latter-Day Saint

Then you turned me out

At the top of the stair

And you took all the glory

That you just couldn’t share

I’ve never been so disabused

I’ve never been so mad

I’ve never been served anything

That tasted so bad

You might need a friend

Any day now, any day

Oh my brother, be careful

You are drifting away

Throw me a rope

On the rolling tide

What did you want me to be?

You said it’s him or me

The way you made it

That’s the way it will be

The way you made it

That’s the way it will be