Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing,
Death kept followin, trackin us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing.
Now somebodys got to show their hand, time is an enemy,
I know youre long gone,
I guess it must be up to me.
If Id thought about it I never wouldve done it, I guess I wouldve let it slide,
If Id lived my life by what others were thinkin, the heart inside me wouldve died.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity,
Someone had to reach for the risin star,
I guess it was up to me.
Oh, the union central is pullin out and the orchids are in bloom,
Ive only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume.
In fourteen months Ive only smiled once and I didnt do it consciously,
Somebodys got to find your trail,
I guess it must be up to me.
It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch,
Id just about convinced myself that nothin had changed that much.
The old rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key,
Somebody had to unlock your heart,
He said it was up to me.
Well, I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers club,
I wouldve followed you in the door but I didnt have a ticket stub.
So I waited all night til the break of day, hopin one of us could get free,
When the dawn came over the river bridge,
I knew it was up to me.
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.
Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?
You looked a little burned out, my friend,
I thought it might be up to me.
Well, I met somebody face to face and I had to remove my hat,
Shes everything I need and love but I cant be swayed by that.
It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be,
But she aint a-gonna make me move,
I guess it must be up to me.
We heard the sermon on the mount and I knew it was too complex,
It didnt amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
When you bite off more than you can chew you pay the penalty,
Somebodys got to tell the tale,
I guess it must be up to me.
Well, dupree came in pimpin tonight to the thunderbird cafe,
Crystal wanted to talk to him, I had to look the other way.
Well, I just cant rest without you, love, I need your company,
But you aint a-gonna cross the line,
I guess it must be up to me.
Theres a note left in the bottle, you can give it to estelle,
Shes the one you been wondrin about, but theres really nothin much to tell.
We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history,
Somebodys got to cry some tears,
I guess it must be up to me.
So go on, boys, and play your hands, life is a pantomime,
The ringleaders from the county seat say you dont have all that much time.
And the girl with me behind the shades, she aint my property,
One of us has got to hit the road,
I guess it must be up to me.
And if we never meet again, baby, remember me,
How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody.
And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you, free,
No one else could play that tune,
You know it was up to me.
