Laura Gibson Where Have All Your Good Words Gone

Where have all your good words gone Where have all your stories gone Where are all the pleasures from the timbre of your tongue I dreamed I had a gift for holding up the sky I dreamed I had a gift for holding up your sky I dreamed I had a way with words of consolation Do you wish you were an honest man Do you wish you were a better man Where have all your good words gone Where have all your mercies gone Oh, when did all your bones start to bend Do you wish you were an honest man Do you wish you were a better man