Rabid Love - Quilt

You say you call this rabid love

And I think it’s funny

You hand me dirty rags, my love

And you call me honey

I’m hopping on this train, my dove

Don’t you follow me on it

I don’t know where I’m going, love

And I got no money

And I’ll have this day in the back of my mind

And no, it doesn’t mean I didn’t love you when it was right