Unknown Number - Brinsley Schwarz

It took twelve good men

To build this road

But it would take an unknown number

To say where it’s going

There’s a small hotel

Where I used to go

But it would not help you

'Cause they don’t want me there no more

Well, there were two men a-comin'

Just as the sun was gone

And one he wore an arm band

To show what side he’s on

I saw behind their friendly greeting

Their eyes were so sad

And when they could not tell me why

It must have really hurt them bad

Well, I went to sea, a sailor

Just acting out his part

I went to see a broker

He almost broke my heart

Oh I was thirsty, needed water

But I found no stream

There’d been a killing in the city

So all the streets were clean

Now just look at that crazy woman

Acting like she’s a man

Her running imagination

Is doing all it can