Don’t Ask Me

Nothing can stop you from doing anything you choose
Nothing's gonna stop you if you really wanna play the blues
But noone's gonna like it if you make more than you lose
Well you can come on down and you can see the show
You can come on up and you can have blow
But don't ask me how to get there, I don't know

Pack up your suitcase, pick up your old guitar
Wave goodbye and jump in the company car
They've seen your picture and they want to know who you are
Well you can come on down and you can have a blow
You can come on up and you can steal the show
But don't ask me how it happened, I don't know

Well you can push, shove, lose your long time friends
You might make money, but you'll never quite make amends
When you're drowned in the vacuum of the one-eyed TV lens
Well you can fly on up and you can make the show
You can watch it come and you can watch it go
But don't ask me what it feels like, I don't know

So pack up your cases and hide in your big black car
Put on a new face pick up your old guitar
Is there anybody there but who doesn't know who you are
Well you can watch it come and you can see it go
Then you can come on down and we can have a blow
But don't ask me who are you are, 'cos I won't know
I won't know
I won't know
I won't know