A MORE SUSPICIOUS MAN (Tune: dunno) The dust motes in the dried up fountain Have formed into a pattern I recall. The clouds are making shapes I find familiar; There has to be a meaning to it all. And as I try to map the madness A sparrow sings the tune I wrote last year: A more suspicious man might think there was something going on around here. Last time I told you I was leaving To try to find the truth behind my lies You quoted me a dream that I'd forgotten And the answer to my quest was in your eyes. Now every time I read the tealeaves The Morse code message shows up all too clear: A more suspicious man might think there was something going on around here. A more suspicious man might wonder why the last time we had thunder the lightning burned your name into a tree: a more suspicious man might question the insidious suggestion that there's something between you and me... There isn't very much to go on The evidence is tenuous, it's true And I've no reason for suspecting The universe is in on this with you. But still I think I'll stay the winter And test the omens out again next year: And maybe then I'll know for certain if there's something going on around here. I'll stay right here, If you'll have me, my dear.