My face

My face I don't mind it I'm standin' behind it
It hangs down in front by my hair
It studies the cards all the aces and spades
But it don't have the call which they air
I've taught it to smile and to wrinkle it's nose
And to hang out it's lip when it's sad
I've taught it to yawn and to laugh and to snarle
And to froth at the mouth when it's mad

My face I don't mind it I live here behind it
Quite tightly it 's wedged tween my ears
It acts like the wall over which lies the world
So they can't read my hopes and my fears
In front of my chin past the sights and the smells
And the songs and the sounds of the horn
Of the traffic and blarin' and the honkin' and swearin'
Of time since the day I was born

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My face if you find it I'm back here behind it
It's only a mask for the soul
It don't have no lines you can follow as such
For it's only a part not the whole
While you could be a talkin' or starlin' or coughin'
Or holdin' your head while you weep
In back of my face I could watch your be singin'
Or sometimes I might be asleep