The Cool is dead, baby, go on to sleep. Rest your weary head and love a better me. And in the morning we'll start over again. That's how they do it up on the screen.
Not tonight, not tonight. Honey, I am on fire. I can't feel a single thing but the weight of the wires. . Crackin' electric like. Remember baby, we were a stone.
Did you grow up lonesome and one of a kind?. Were your records all you had to pass the time?. Or maybe you were taken by the mysteries of New Orleans.
In the back seats of burned out cars. In the disenchantment lane. The ideal angels twist and turn. And ask forgiveness for future mistakes. . But you and I, we've been through this.
Now the lights go low on the avenue. And the cars pass by in the rain. University boys and the girls fill the bars. While I'm just waiting on the light to change.
Well I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go. I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow. When we float out into the ether into the everlasting arms.