Things Will Get Worse Before They Get Worse

Can you say for serious
That you can tell the difference
A woman who can understand
That their skin ain't the skin
Of just any man who asks for it

Can you tell me what do you with it
And it isn't any ease to know
You've got the compass in your hands
Oh, I am going to do my best
Not to desert you in the middle of this mess
I got a map, but darling, what good is that?

If I could, I'd tell you what it pointed at
If I could, I'd tell you how I'm gonna get back
To Arkansas
I knew I'd lose it anyway