Oh, you say you're a girl from the country
And I'm just someone who knows nothing
About loss and about suffering
And I wish that I lived in a city
The people there are so pretty
But which way to go?
Can't tell West from East
Oh, nobody knows they're lost
Until they're found
Nobody knows they're dying
'Til they're buried in the ground
Oh, Clarice
Oh, Clarice
Well there might be enough of the money
To split it two ways, honey
Buy yourself a book
Go and write your name
And I can tell that you think I'm funny
The way that you always look sunny
Even in the pouring rain
Oh, nobody knows they're lost
Until they're found
Nobody knows they're dying
'Til they're buried in the ground
Oh, Clarice
Oh, Clarice
My Clarice
Oh, Clarice
So how's about takin' a trip?
Giving your job the slip?
How's about letting it rip?
With me
She knows when to cover her tracks
Grows a garden out of the cracks
And with her there are no take-backs
Oh, Clarice
Oh, Clarice
Oh, nobody knows they're lost
Until they're found
Nobody knows they're dying'
'Til they're buried in the ground
Oh, Clarice
Oh, Clarice
My Clarice
Oh, Clarice