My Friends

My friends, my dear friends
And lovers, oh my lovers
I’d leave you for them
They got a hand on my back
Mama has money now and Mama has friends
She’s making rags for some uptown hags
With their money in bags
And why are you so sad?
Why are you always so sad?
Why do I not understand?
Why don’t I see what it is you see?
Why can I live and just be?
I’m full of guilt
I am full of guilt
You’re very tall, you’re very handsome
You have it all, your skin smells like man
And I, you never know how I ache
You will never know how I ache
Don’t touch that in grace
Ever considered the sea?
I heard you had to be strong
Why not float around with me?
It won’t take you so long
You can go where I’m at You can hang around with me And a few good men will go where they all
Where they all not be And a few good mothers go for what they,
What they all not teach
And I long for a touch or reminder of us but,
But it must not be And a few strong branches over water reach for what they all not reach
I hope your mother knows where it is you have been
I hope your mother knows what it is you have seen
She’d be so proud
She will never know how I ache