Wet Behind The Ears

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jim Lauderdale

Grab yourself a taxicab, it's much too far to walk
The far end of Central Park, we'll have a drink and talk
Recall when you first came to town, still wet behind the ears
Turn the city upside down while conquering your fears

That was long ago, Corina, dozen years or more
Not inclined to count, I mean, don't care to know for sure
Sometimes I think the deepest dark is right before the day
That's what people say

Look down, look down, for pennies in the street
Look up, look up, see what your dark eyes meet
Look out, look out, the subject of your fears
Reflected from the mirror, you're still wet behind the ears

Remember how I loved you once, and how you loved me too
Both of us have changed so much, old memories must do
The friends we knew have moved away, they did their time and split
Other faces took their places, there is no end to it

Some are born and some are raised right here and never leave
The rest us are strangers, find that hard to believe
That might be the attraction, that we feel a cut above
Still something near to love

Look down, look down, for pennies in the street
Look up, look up, see what your dark eyes meet
Look out, look out, the subject of your fears
Reflected from the mirror, you're still wet behind the ears

Look down, look down, for pennies in the street
Look up, look up, see what your dark eyes meet
Look out, look out, the subject of your fears
Reflected from the mirror, you're still wet behind the ears