Harvey, I have heard all of your recorded songs and I cannot recollect any lyric that could have stood improvement.

But nor all songwriters are so meticulous. I am not suggesting that Richard Thompson is anything other than a songwriter supreme, but in his beautiful song "How Will I ever be Simple Again", in the verse
"In her poor burned-out house I sat at her table
The smell of her hair was like cornfields in May
And I wanted to weep and my eyes ached from trying
Oh, how will I ever be simple again?
" I do wish that he had written "but my eyes were not able". It would have made a much better line, IMHO.

Murray