Ian & Sylvia — Some Kind of Fool

Worn to a frazzle way down in my bones I've sung every song about being alone Ah, honey, please be there when I get home The tourists, they've all given up for the night Coyotes howlin' the cold on my left and my right And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone The wind grows stronger I'm caught by the throat And my tarpaulin flaps like a pensioner's coat Ah, honey, please be there when I gеt home All my friends are on thе pogey. I'm on the pills Hooked on the white lines that run through the hills And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone There's not many wise men you meet in this life Oh, Will at the lakehead vever took him a wife Ah, honey, please be there when I get home Asked about this and he just shook his head He said, " love is for dreamers", was all that he said And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone