How Will I Ever Be Simple Again Dave Burland

[Verse 1]
Oh, she danced in the street with the guns all around her
All torn like a rag doll, barefoot in the rain
And she sang like a child, toora-day, toora-daddy
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?

[Verse 2]
And she sat by the banks of the dirty grey river
Tried for a fish with a worm on a pin
There was nothing but fever and ghosts in the water
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?

[Verse 3]
War was my love and my friend and companion
And what did I care for the pretty and plain?
But her smile was so clear and my heart was so troubled
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?

[Verse 4]
In her poor burned-out house I sat at her table
The smell of her hair was like cornfields in May
And I wanted to weep and my eyes ached from trying
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?

[Guitar Solo]