What time is it?. Four thirty. It's not late, naw, naw,. Just early, early, early. . President, he sweat through his talcum. News paper man, he watch like a falcon.
Now our skys are falling down. And we have worn out all our frowns. And we have broken all our crowns. And been run out of all our towns. If it's the rod that wasn't spared.
It's a funny way to tell you baby,. What could I do?. I've been talkin to the preacher,. And he sent me to you.. There's a penny on the sidewalk,. But you stepped on a crack.
Moonlight through the chicken wire, humming windowpane,. Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drain. Big town's in need of mending, street lights make tooth some seams.
I've been thinking lately. How to get you off my line. Don't seem all that easy but it. Feels alright. I've gotten rid of expectations. that I used to have.
Mary Jane, Mary Jane. Please don't leave me baby. I'll just find you again. I asked my uncle. If I could go. Yes, yes, go out and take. Mary Jane to the picture show.
Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town. It's been a whole lot happier without her face around. Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout. Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out.
I don't think I can handle this. A cloudy day in metropolis. Well I think I'll talk to my analyst. I got it so bad for this little journalist. . Drive me up the wall and through the roof.
This is my house where I hang around. As soon as I get up, I start to get down. You don't need a place to stay. Our house is any old place we play. . This is my house if you don't like it.
Here she comes on down the aisle. Behind her veil she wears a smile. In her hands the bright bouquet. Daddy's here to give the bride away. Best man fumbles for the band.
You know how I tend to feel when nothing's happening. Like some big old bird so fat that he just can't fly. Far be it for me to be over reacting. My lady hurts like hell and all I can do is wonder why.
Oh I know you're only. Heavy with your gold. You drag your feet so slowly. Like you hate to go. The more I walk on eggshells. The more I step on nails.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.. And the more it rains, the less I know.. Why do these foreign skies change the way home?. Why do these hotel walls hang their strangeness on my own?.