High August moon, The light coming into my room. Dead winter leaves, The sound of the wind through the trees. I thought by now we'd be on, we'd be further on. I'm telling everyone that you're the only one. Haven't I been a fool. Tell the funeral man I don't like powder on my face. Tell the policeman To break a law, well that's no disgrace. Tell the doctor too That his medicine is far too good. Tell the baker man That the bread that he bakes tastes like wood. Haven't I been a fool. Tell everybody Don't come knocking on my door. Tell everyone That a long line has been drawn. Tell the back-stabbers too That their knives are too blunt. I'm telling everyone You're the one, you're the one that I want. Haven't I been a fool.