Every blue song in the world has the answer   So I'll tell you in the morning   The words I mumbled into soft white pillows   On a sleepy autumn dawn    Oh well, we'll go to the market   Go to the market   Where the good weather goes   We leave our prints in a dusty closet   Oh we'll steal each other's clothes       There's a streetlamp on in the middle of the day   It's not too far out of our way   It's such a lovely day   What do you say?       Or I can always   Pay the woman on my way back home   Pay her on my way   Pay the lady on my way   Pay her on my way   Pay the woman on my way back home   If you let me go