Martha has a madman
Standing hidden in the shadows
He's got a long curved Turkish dagger
With a bejeweled handle
He's tellin' her the world is full of freaks and geeks and simples and he's
Hiding like a leprechaun under stones and in the ripples
In the pool of time she thought she knew it, but someone threw a stone into it
Which breaks up the surface and it's makin' her nervous and it's true
What can she do, yes it's true
What can she do
Martha yes I guess you'll have to wait around, another thousand years
Martha's gettin' nervous as she wanders
Through his valley
Where the shadows always frightening
And the whispers tell her stories
