The Fool from Ten Lives by Jenifer Freebairn

You dress me in rags
Then you tell me that I'm beautiful
You court me like a jester juggling my nerves
Leading me over these bumps and these curves

You stand me up half the time
Leave me waiting at the entrance to the show
Doing acrobatics that you don't ask for
Trying to make a deal with the guy at the door
And it's not fair but then

You come and touch this fool
You turn my tears and blood back into jewels
And you know justice is nothing compared to you

Travelers pass through
Idiot-savants and just idiots
Cicadas and moonbeams
They leave cases of kerchiefs and trinkets and sighs
And I try them on hoping you'll love my disguise

And then sometimes
I can't even pick you out
Among the bums and the junkies and the ghosts of Baudelaire
And the vagabond voices that catch in my hair
And it's not fair but then

You come and touch this fool
You turn my tears and blood back into jewels
And you know justice is nothing compared to you

Fools don't always know where they're going
And so they get to go everywhere
Follow a fool and you can go too

• Folk
• rock
• songwriter
• soul
• California