Martha has a madman
Standing hidden in the shadows
He’s got a long curved turkish dagger
With a bejewelled handle
He’s tellin her the world is full of freaks and geeks and simples and he’s
Hiding like a leprechaun under stones and in the ripples
In the pool of time she thought she knew it – but someone threw a stone into
It
Which breaks up the surface and it’s makin’ her nervous and it’s true
What can she do – – – yes it’s true
What can she do – – –
Martha yes i guess you’ll have to wait around – another thousand years
Martha’s gettin’ nervous as she wanders
Through his valley
Where the shadows always frightening
And the whispers tell her stories
