Tell me in the evening, I'm the one been giving you grief.
Tell me all day long, make me the subject songs,
saying, You wonder why you did, "I do."
Well, this ringing in my ear's getting clearer.
It ain't me, babe. It's you.
Said, Hope rises in the morning on the wings of a dove.
Well, this one's dying or's fallen asleep by lunch.
Seen the sight of the light of love disappear
underneath the moon
Oh, Hope died, life lied, you cried, and
it's darker now, babe--that's true.
Oh, this ringing in my ear's got clear.
It weren't me, babe. It's you.