Rolling 'round a lifetime on a name that spells my past. Carried through the mile markers up towards some last laugh. And if fools could only prosper I'm afraid what they might say.
Big black nothing fooling everyone. Big black nothing put a halo 'round what you've done. 'Cause a big black nothing is coming up. . Would you be my, would you still be my friend?.
There's a dance hall there. Where the sick folks go. Like the olden days. On the Barbary Coast. There's a barefoot child. Playing in the rain. . You can sell your wares.
The rain, it started tappin' on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreamin', so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.
Claire's turning blonde for the summer I guess. The sunlight just soaks into her hair. And she sits next to me on the motorboat. And shyly replies as to which boy she likes at her school.