Robin and Linda Williams, Jerome Clark

I woke up this morning feeling hurt
In a bed of broken words
No need to speak them aloud
They lay in pieces all around

I got on a bus to somewhere
I didn't ask I just paid my fair
Someone was speaking words to me
They were just a mystery

Chorus:
I hear a voice singing
The ballads of leaving
And the deep blues of grieving
There is only this one thing
This is The Real Thing

I am no one you'd ever know
I'm just a name wherever I go
I lost my heart but my soul is real
It's just a broken-down deal

Chorus

I woke up this morning in this prison cell
Another mother's child that fell
Bound by sorrow, by memory freed
Memory that won't let me be

Chorus

(This is The Real Thing)