Track Title:               Thelma
Album Title:               Paul Simon Box Set, disc 3
Prime Artist:              Paul Simon

Producer:                  Paul Simon
Written by:                Paul Simon
Lyrics:
If a baby is born and no one complains,
Well, it's Thelma,
running through young veins.
And if life is a blessing that brushes the tops of the trees,
Well,It's a short walk, in a sweet breeze.

I will lead you, feed you, beseech you, be with you,
All for taste of your sweet love, Thelma

If a heart is an open memory book
that is the chance I took
the more I searched
the more I shook for Thelma

Last night I slept on a rented pillow,
the silver moon above my head.
A thirsty dream in my sleep released me,
and I reached for the phone outside my bed.

Thelma, the first time that I saw you I thought,
She's beautiful.
She's too young to be caught.
People aware of my history
tring to steer you away from me
I left a message at your hotel
Told that manager poison well

I will need you, feed you, beseech you, be with you,
All for the taste of your sweet love Thelma.

The phone is ringing and I realize
We are time zones and oceans apart.
The words I speak in the middle of my night
will fall on your yesterday's heart.

The sun don't shine,
the moon don't break,
the clock won't jump off the wall.
Thelma, my darling, I will cushion your fall
I will need you, feed you, beseech you, be with you,
If not for the taste of your sweet love Thelma.

I'm only a man who's skirted the edge of despair
for a long time now, but I don't care

I watch you sleeping in the hospital bed;
the baby curled up in a ball.
The winter sunlight hits the family tree,
and everything else becomes nothing at all.