The autumn leaves. Me here without a tooth. You've given me the shaft. My friend's car's breaking down. And I've got no ride home. . And I'm left out.
Pa, parara, papa, pararara. Pa, parara, papa, pararara. Papa, parara, papa, pararara. . Sixty eight at twenty one. The girl has risen with the sun. It's a white paint mornin' now.
The evenin' light still pale. I went out to the mail. My movements like a snail. . Apologies from a friend. I'm spread out so thin. It's time to start again.
In the sad blue line. In the deepest shade. Margaret Mary saddles. All our love away. . The shallow moonlight sips. Her milky eyes. An' underneath the ground.
Bell, book and candle. Murder and greed. These are the things. That bring your love to me. . How sweet the sentence?. How sweet the lips?. How do you expect.
{One, two, three, four}. . It's a cold northern rain. Two degrees above freezin' day. Standin' outside the Chinese. With a glow lamp to light my way. .
Gone, advice from a side road. And a dying breath, yellow oak. Big tall weeds and leaves of gold. Now, a wasted clock hollow. And I'm not the drowning man you think.
Well, I compare you two. You've got the same toothy grin. And a penchant for dramatic ends. See the harbor lights. His five brothers down there. From the salty bay back home again.
Rachael Thelmy is not very sure. A little girl inside her uniform. But aren't you really just a penny whore?. Rachael tell me what I'm waiting for. . Right now! Right now! Right now.
You have spoken. The photo's fading. And nothing is going right. A shooter's hand. To turn a cheek to. A cough in an empty room at night. . Leaves are eyes.
Not looking for the shell-shocked signs of life. Your shadow still looms larger in the night. There's a nickel on the sill for good luck's sake. I left it out for only you to take.
Did it lie. Or did you fall?. Is that why you're now not answering my call?. Now who counts on you to be home at five?. Do you even care if I'm still alive?.