Quilt Rabid Love
You say you call this rabid love
And I think it's funny
You hand me dirty rags, my love
And you call me honey
I'm hopping on this train, my dove
Don't you follow me on it
I don't know where I'm going, love
And I got no money
And I'll have this day in the back of my mind
And no, it doesn't mean I didn't love you when it was right