Rainbow Sleeves - Anna Beaumont

(Written by Tom Waits) You used to dream yourself away each night To places that you'd never been On wings made of wishes That you whispered to yourself Back when every night the moon and you Would sweep away to places That you knew Where you would never get the blues Well now, whiskey gives you wings To carry Each one of your dreams And the moon does not belong to you But I believe That your heart keeps young dreams Well, I've been told To keep from ever growing old And a heart that has been broken Will be stronger when it mends Don't let the blues stop you singing Darling, you've only got a broken wing Hey, you just hang on to my rainbow Hang on to my rainbow Hang on to my rainbow sleeves

Packing while you're asleep You were the catalyst I don't know what it is about how you breathe About how you breathe I want to be alone Hate it that no one knows You're good to everyone All them but me All them but me And if you hear me Leaving in the morning Could you just pretend that It was only wind? 'Cause I can't love you Even if I want to Got a lot to work through You don't know where I've been It's been a long time coming It's been a long time coming It's been a long time coming It's been a long time coming Say something sweet to me It never meant a thing Used to the turbulence I wore long sleeves I wore long sleeves I fought 'til you tethered me Swept under surfaces Never enough of it You didn't think You didn't think If you hear me Leaving in the morning Could you please pretend that It was only wind? 'Cause I can't love you Even if I want to Got a lot to work through You don't know where I've been It's been a long time coming It's been a long time coming It's been a long time coming It's been a long time coming It's been a long time coming I'm coming down, I'm coming down, I'm coming down I'm coming down, I'm coming down, I'm coming down I'm coming down, I'm coming down, I'm coming down I'm coming down, I'm coming down, I'm coming down I'm coming down, I'm coming down, I'm coming down I'm coming down, I'm coming down, I'm coming down I'm coming down, I'm coming down, I'm coming down I'm coming down, I'm coming down, I'm coming down I'm coming down, I'm coming down, I'm coming down I'm coming down, I'm coming down, I'm coming down I'm coming down, I'm coming down, I'm coming down I'm coming down, I'm coming down

Bad lovers face to face in the morning Shy apologies and polite regrets Slow dances that left no warning of Outraged glances and indiscreet yawning Good manners and bad breath get you nowhere Even presidents have newspaper lovers Ministers go crawling under covers She's no angel He's no saint They're all covered up with white washed grease paint And you say... The teacher never told you anything but white lies But you never see the lies And you believe Oh you know you have been captured You feel so civilized And you look so pretty in your new lace sleeves The salty lips of the socialite sisters With their continental fingers that have Never seen working blisters Oh I know they've got their problems I wish I was one of them They say daddy's coming home soon With his sergeant stripes and his Empire mug and spoon No more fast buck And when are they gonna learn their lesson When are they gonna stop all of these victory processions And you say... The teacher never told you anything but white lies But you never see the lies And you believe Oh you know you have been captured You feel so civilized And you look so pretty in your new lace sleeves