Achilles' Desire

I don't have much

But I got the good stuff

And I keep it tucked away where you can't find it

If you got the guts

And walk with me, walk with me, walk with me, walk

I got a girl from the burbs who won't talk

I don't have much

But I got the good stuff

And I don't know why

But you make me sweat

When trouble comes calling I'm packing my bags for the west

And I'll give you nothing for nothing if that's what you desire

I'll let it cool if you light my fire

And bumper shine my way home

Bumper shine my way home

All the square pegs and all the round holes

Couldn't fit all of the stories you told

The pull of the moth to the fire

Your Achilles' desire

I don't have much

But I am a rich man

I got a woman down from the Park Ridge

Who is finer than sand

Fall with me, fall with me, fall with me, fall

Through the waist of the hourglass fall

But I don't have much

But I am a rich man

A second hand gypsy is no fading flower

Fingers are frozen in furious power

The pull of the moth to the fire

Your Achilles' desire

Oooh, oooh, oooh

Cold cold sweat on the back of my knees

The future blows in on the Assiniboine breeze

The pull of the moth to the fire

Your Achilles' desire

All the square pegs and all the round holes

Couldn't fit all of the stories you told

The pull of the moth to the fire

Your Achilles' desire

The pull of the moth to the fire

Your Achilles' desire

But I don't have much