She’s a friend of mine  At least I thought she was
She told you I’d left town  Without so much as “because. . .”

I’d gone to the gig  Because I thought you were there
But she’d dragged you away  Saying I didn’t care.

It’s a twisted situation
We’re stumbling in green
It’s so Dylanesque
A real mid-summer night’s dream
If you know what I mean

When I looked up from my wine Her man was standing there
He told me not to think twice He told me you didn’t care

Then he dragged me to dance  And he pulled me to him
I felt my tears on his shoulder  Just as you walked in. . .

It’s a twisted situation
We’re stumblin’ in green
It’s so Dylanesque
A real Dickensian scene
A real mid-summer night’s dream

Well, the look on your face  before you turned right around
It told me the truth With my heart sinkin down

Now I search for you  As he yearns for her
And she chases you  As you shrug through this world. . .

It’s a twisted situation
 
We’re run ragged in green
It’s so Dylanesque
A real mid-summer night’s dream
A Dickensian scene
If you know what I mean. . 
By Shakespearean Green
Such a twisted
Situation
Oh- I know we believed her
Things were not how they seemed
We’re run ragged in green
Oh—
She’s a liar
What a liar