It was the month of May and all the birds were singing
Songs of sadness, songs of pain, a song of my house burning
Future in flames, my heart was aching
I called Miriam and asked if she could hold me
Headed straight for my car with things that I could carry
I went to Miriam's, it's not too far, a drive across the city
Stayed in her yellow room upstairs, window facing east
Slept all alone in bed, and strange as it seems
I wore the bathrobe he gave me last year
And lay with my sorrow hoping love would appear
Eleven days at her house, tears were streaming
I'd lay down on her couch and Miriam would hold me
As evening settled in we'd start talking
About friendship and our fears and I would play my banjo
Playing and laughing and talking and crying
And asking the questions of why does this happen
To me and to you and to everyone over
Again and again and again and again?
It was the month of May this year
My house was burning
So I went to Miriam's, just me and my banjo