Harrison Whitford
Julie
You’re hard on me, Julie
But the touch of your hand
Is all that I long for and misunderstand
Upon me unduly
For mine are like sand
You’re hard on me, Julie
Would you help me to stand?

You're like a spirited seabird
Who won't tell me the crime
Of which I am guilty
So in the meantime
I'll sit in the hallway
I'll be drawing the lines
Of a well-traveled jailbird
With a mouth just like mine

I can remember the first time
I could see that you were trying
To distinguish the lying
From what was inside
Was it worth your time?
Cause I recorded myself crying
You weren't buying it
So neither did I
You're breaking me, Julie
I do the best that I can
But you always find something
That you must reprimand
And all the love I've got truly
Is all the love I can stand
You're breaking me, Julie
Would you help me to stand?