Friday's humming summer And the whiskey sun is running out the night sky I am here watching your form Slowly pacing in the dawn as all the stars
Gabardine roses, tortured vines The sun has been hiding all this time Thought that I'd see you again somehow But the dirt is your lover now And outside
Are you sure that it will be in vain To show some love for your fat old man Think before you answer Are you sure? Are you sure? Are you sure it?d be
You know it's generally known You got everything at home Kisses out of desperation Bring you more aggravation And you don't come close You don't come
Don?t Set Foot Over the Railway track Don?t set foot over the railway track The heathens and the spin doctors are waiting round the back The skies are
When she comes with a ghost of a smile And she roams through his eyes for a while Days turn as empty ground somewhere Bring the gods, line ?em up one
Winter tells its truth to anyone who'll listen It will whisper to you slowly when the light is low And I will sit and wonder over everything I've written
You stirred my natural emotion You make me feel I?m dirt And I'm hurt And if I start a commotion I?ll only end up losing you And that's worse Ever fallen
I?ve got this sweet frame of mind Lit up the sky like a redemption sign Oh, are the brake-lights on, baby, or are the wheel in spin? Will you even remember
God's electrician sparked up the heavens once again Heading northbound on the 7:10 And the Lord said let there be commuters Talking pension plans medicals
Sat down with the poker face The snake eyes and your pillowcase The hands holding the triple ace Are laying down the cards She said it without sentiment
I have been looking for loose change Down behind the armchair seat I've been propping up this coffee cup Looking down, down into the street And I
Black letter came to me today Wired and lonely Wired and lonely Holding my hand Oh, black letter came to me today Wired and lonely Wired to the running
Well I am going down to nowhere Its not too far from here The rain'll be running rings Around this tin pot cavalier And there are skeletons and wastrels
Four o'clock in the morning and my coffee got cold And I've been watching the streetlamps flick off with the dawn So I take a deep breath inwards and
Can you see me in the halo of this street lamp baby Talk is cheap and I can just about afford this sentence What can I do? Maybe I can deal in actions
Well heaven knows the way things go With ticker tape and radios The good fight was lost long ago And bravery doesn?t live in those Who?re going down And
Silence in the courtyard, silence in the street The powers that be, out by the river, are shuffling their feet But the night is full of car alarms and