Robin and Linda Williams, Jerome Clark

I woke up this morning feeling hurt
In a bed of broken words
No need to speak them aloud
They lay in pieces all around

I got on a bus to somewhere
I didn't ask I just paid my fair
Someone was speaking words to me
They were just a mystery

I hear a voice singing
The ballads of leaving
And the deep blues of grieving
There is only this one thing
This is The Real Thing

I am no one you'd ever know
I'm just a name wherever I go
I lost my heart but my soul is real
It's just a broken-down deal


I woke up this morning in this prison cell
Another mother's child that fell
Bound by sorrow, by memory freed
Memory that won't let me be


(This is The Real Thing)