Mickey Newbury Organized Noise
Ah there was a time
I said her words had meaning
What mattered was the thought
And not the rhyme
I'll tell you Lord
She had me so close to believing
Why did she sacrifice the feeling
For the line
I see her walking
Through the ruins of all
She was building
They say she sold her dream
And bought some brand new toys
I hate to say it Lord
But her flowers are wilting
And her words have become
Just an organised noise
