She's wearing kid gloves   Will handle me carefully   'Cause I've got a history   Cracked up and fragile   And bound to break easy      And if she could talk to me   What good would it do me   It's no secret where I've been   And I have worn so thin   And she can see through me      I don't believe a word of it   Can't come around to her   Now that I've heard of it   Now that her soft touch is gone   She's got her kid gloves on      Here is what I've found   New York just gets me down   When the going got tough   I got a bus ticket   Back to my home town      And all the way I dreamed   Flesh wrapped in velveteen   And the road wrapped around me   The long lonely highway   Gulped down by a Greyhound      I don't believe a word of it   Can't come around to her   Now that I've heard of it   Now that her soft touch is gone   She's got her kid gloves on      I don't believe a word of it   Can't come around to her   Now that I've heard of it   Won't come around 'cause   I'll only get hurt and it      Now that her soft touch is gone   How could she ever go on   Without her kid gloves on