If tears were silver dollars
I’d have you to thank for making me a rich man
And if hurting me was your objective
consider yourself accomplished
But on your way to self-actualizing,
I think someday you’ll be realizing
you stand to inherit the fortune you gave me
Bequeathed for the way you deserted,
betrayed me
For you, I became an involuntary martyr for all kind of man
Left by his woman, his friend, with dreams in her head . . .
Too much time on her hands
For your sake, I hope there’s still gold in those California hills
That you find what you want
And if, what the song says is true,
there’ll be no rain in your life . . .
Except when it pours
When that happens,
seek shelter in the company of those to whom you ran
since turning your back on me
For time is the healer of all things
And it takes a better man than me to forgive his Judas
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