Have I carved enough my Lord?
On every work on every face
One morning, I woke up alone
Several girls embraced me, then
"No, the words you sang were wrong"
Who takes down what I confess?
Who is it, whom I address
I walked into a hospital
Follow me the wise man said
Are your lessons done?
How much do these suppers cost?
Someone gave me wishes
Are your lessons done?
Morning came and then came noon
Into the mess that scalpels make
Are you the teachers of my heart?
And I wished for an embrace
Some girls wander by mistake
Lay beside my silver spoon
I spent my hatred everyplace
"We teach old hearts to break"
Where none was sick and none was well
Dinner time a scalpel blade
"No, do it once again"
Did my singing please you?
"We teach old hearts to rest"
When at night the nurses left
The hospital and the nurses gone
Oh, teachers, are my lessons done?
I met a man who lost his mind
Is my passion perfect?
They laughed and laughed and said, "Well child
I cannot do another one
I knew the words of every song
But he walked behind
"Yes, but not for thee"
Are you a teacher of the heart?
I met a girl across the sea
"Child, you are a bone"
In some lost place I had to find
I was handsome, I was strong
Her hair, the gold that gold can be
Soft she answered, "No"
No I did not miss a plate, well
I ate and ate and ate
I was embraced by men
I could not walk at all
Are you the teachers of my heart?
Are you a teacher of the heart?
We'll take it out in hate
