Tempest and fury come down in the street on big olden tables with little gold Feet passing undertow over the stair I hope you feel better I care Jackals and whispers crowd round in the heat in the darkness of fleeces of little black She was a daughter of Old Winter Man I hope you feel better I can I've done a good deed and it helped I've done a good thing with my- -self Kind heart on my sleeve can't you tell I've done a good deed somewhere else Caught in a moment of chardonnay weep the river's now empty the current's too Deep is the stone masons dug in the sand I hope you feel I understand And it feels like they don't know they don't Laughing at bartenders marking the way as we go, what do they know And it seems dai- -ly late- ly we've be- -gun See what I mean I can be what I want to become, dusted and done - Gathering rations and gathering speed but traction is broken while earning their Keep still a credit for mending the tear I hope you feel better I'm there I've done a good deed and it helped I've done a good thing with my- -self Kind heart on my sleeve can't you tell I've done a good deed somewhere else I hope you feel better I 'm there I hope you feel better I'm there